Cycling Austin: 2015

Monday, January 26, 2015

I was lucid and conscious, hovering like a firefly. I'm lying stretched out on the canopy

In all you've seen What was it that came down on me that night? A conjuring I held on to that moment And lied just to make it alive We sit out there in the covering In the box, kings of the holy night And I was lucid and conscious And hovering like a firefly I'm lying stretched out on the canopy He put his arms out slow And I heard the whispers of silence Floating down from the radio So come on, come on, I'm ready now I got the feeling, honey, like I'm ready to roll You see I'm not going to wait til the ending Cause I got the burning fire in the bed of my soul I saw the light from a kettle gun Sixteen days under a southern sun And there were times when I thought that I wouldn't mind it if I lost my mind out there You wouldn't believe me if I told you so The things I saw were enough to make the man in me manly Make him manly So come on, come on, I'm ready now Go get your things out honey, let's get ready to roll Oh I can feel the wave coming over me I've been waiting for this day too long just to let it all go As a child I was wonder-eyed At the thought that I might know A life in the ecstasy of rock'n'roll Now taking it slow I'm an arrow in a bow You think that I don't know What it is that makes you low So come on, come on, I'm ready now I got the feeling, honey, like I'm ready to roll You see I'm not gonna wait til the ending Cause I've got the burning fire in the bed of my soul