Stranded at the lighthouse
I think I saw my sister there
In Oregon a lighthouse
We are conjuring the surf and waves
A path to reach the alcove
And me barefoot far behind
Passing by the white house
An old man was mowing the lawn
And when I woke it was still present in my mind
It was some dream
It was some dream
Matthew lead the consort
We all stoned in disbelief
Clambered up the hillside
And I am cursing my naked feet
But there above the ridge-line
Amidst the plants all overgrown
A cavern mouth and trailway
We all crouched and capered through
And at the end there was a hole through which we rose
To such heights
To such heights
It was some dream
I think I saw my sister there
In Oregon a lighthouse
We are conjuring the surf and waves
A path to reach the alcove
And me barefoot far behind
Passing by the white house
An old man was mowing the lawn
And when I woke it was still present in my mind
It was some dream
It was some dream
Matthew lead the consort
We all stoned in disbelief
Clambered up the hillside
And I am cursing my naked feet
But there above the ridge-line
Amidst the plants all overgrown
A cavern mouth and trailway
We all crouched and capered through
And at the end there was a hole through which we rose
To such heights
To such heights
It was some dream