Trinkets an Treasues an Junkyard Finds,Psychedelic colors of young Magical times,Warlocks an Children ,traverlers under New Mexico Skies,Storm Mountain The Colorado River, Bear Canyon such Enlighted times,shine shine Standing at the Edge
Souls we met, loved an lost along the way, from the Great Salt Lake to the Arizona lazy days,all the Music we played an saved,Indiana corn fields to Miami’s Jungle we’ve traveled in the Greatest of Moonlights anThunder Standing at the Edge
It’s how we’ve always been an lived our life an we always will, no need to change a thing now, It’s been Heaven an Hell on Mother Earth, It’s what a Journey is, an we Learned our worth well, Magical times coming round again Standing at the Edge.