Sing me a song it rides like a fast train
Back to where I belong
Some ancient memory
Floating on great expectations

I’ve been carried on the backs
Of my mother and my father
God knows they really loved each other
Floating on grand illusion

Was it Mary, Mother, Grace?
She’s got a way of putting us in our place

And I’d marry you dear
If I only knew me better
My mind is seeing strange tides
Can’t predict the weather
I’m just betting on
Some coming transformation

Could it be here
Oh out in California
Where no one ever dies
Or admits to growing older
Are we all bent on
Shaking our fists at the gods