Cool breeze and common theives
Diggin holes, I'm diggin holes
Fallen leaves and scattered dreams
The sighing of a broken soul

I paint a picture on my wall
Of fucked up dreams I can't recall
They say it's real but I can't feel
Anything at all

I'm not this body I'm not this mind
There's no such thing as space or time
Keep on searchin'
That's just what you'll find

What's mine is yours what's yours is mine
If the prophet can see than I must be blind
But I'm breaking my back
Walkin' down the line