What freedom it is,
Sitting up in the van
While you drive down the highway
Not thinking at all,
Just being eyes
Filled with the motion,
Houses, grass and trees
Emptying into the speck
Of the one who watches behind.
Eyes, interested in everything
Go beyond, within.
I have learned nothing
And my heart
Wants to sing its song.
Sitting up in the van
While you drive down the highway
Not thinking at all,
Just being eyes
Filled with the motion,
Houses, grass and trees
Emptying into the speck
Of the one who watches behind.
Eyes, interested in everything
Go beyond, within.
I have learned nothing
And my heart
Wants to sing its song.