Lost in the wilderness,
far away from home
keeping our head above water,
I and I, not alone
There are the birds and the trees and
friends all around,
Felling so high, so high,
never want to come down, so..

chorus
Which way shall I climb?

Everywhere I turn, they take I for granted
Too much political blues, I can't stand it
But that's not the case where the mystic resides,
there are the possibilities for us
to all get high, so...