Mystic Journey

Just me and a friend roaming around Him a magician and I was a clown Playing the streets for a dollar a day Waiting for the right time and a sign to lead the way Crossed over the border to a mystical land Sort of unexpected didn't quite understand On a razor's edge on a grain of sand Onward we wandered to the gates of oblivion On a roll of the dice we headed out west Where the sage and the spice attracted us Shadows fell down like a dark groping hand Saw the teeth of the wolves and the blood of the lambs On a turn of the cards I lightened my load Throwing off fear for the weakness it holds On target and calm the vision was clear Beyond the mirage I took for granted was here break On a flip of the coins we rode the coast Trying to make the most of every situation That we witnessed near at hand On a drifter's crusade all over the land Could it be in the stars or in the passing of cars At a table in the bar in a turn of the cards In a change of your mind in the passing of time In a ribbon of rhyme just down the line break Just me and a friend roaming around Him a magician I was a clown Playing the streets for a dollar a day Waiting for the right time and a sign to lead the way Crossed over the border to a mystical land Sort of unexpected didn't quite understand On a razor's edge on a grain of sand Onward we wandered to the gates of oblivion . . .