Resting my head on a cloud
I´m dead
I guess this is what it´s like
After death
After death

Babe, lately I
I´ve been trying my hardest not to die
You should take my hand
You should take my hand
Let´s fly

Sambas
Big pants
Motorcycle jacket from your last man
But where is he now?
Nowhere to be found

Joshua Tree
Big Sur
Yosemite, all over
Still ain´t found yourself
Still ain´t found yourself

Flowers crushed in the rain
Caught between crimes of state
You sing a lonely, lonely tune
I´ll learn to sing it along with you

Tangles and dirt in my hair
I live for ocean air
You sing a lonely, lonely tune
I´ll follow your song to the moon