A feeling like camphor, rushing through my tubes   A cooling drought, a rare interlude   Drowning depression to admire and trust   Who can watch a man making dust to dust?      One legal dose of environment   The ballad of a playground swing   There's a lonely dog, so misunderstood   He's left his chores to become someone's friend      Things are so enchanting, high on life   Then, once again, the flash of pines   Beck to this breathtaking view   Where the peeks are so high, full of encouragement   And the paints of the Gods' color code   Things are so enchanting, high on life      Things are where they can't be high on life   So, I'm thinking about my favorite dream   An adventure not out of bounds   It dries my eyes to know mother earth hears   I'm invisible to blue hounds      It pleases me to have a mind on the run   When the body is fixed, tied in shoes   What expression is left to fulfill the gap?   Just a nod will suffice, where you are?   Things are so enchanting, high on life