Текст песни Acid

Won't count the things I've tasted, How far I've been wasted, Seeking my own self. Acid flowing in the wind Cross the wild blue lake. What will a man do How much will he stake-What will he take To know what's true? Acid flowing in the wind Thru the tall knowing pine-I bend to it's glory. Yes, far from my weary city story. I kneel weeping and yessing To an all knowing shrine: This aged tree-eternal design And know this once I too am free- And I cry in godlike high: We were young you and I And mountain summer rain, Thru green willing branches, Whispers gentle upon my face... Whispers: "Forget the race- Life itself is the only grace." Acid flowing in the wind Cross the blue lake. Acid...Acid...Acid...in the wind.