He torches up his pipe at different times throughout the night
It relaxes his mind and slows down his time
It gets his juices flowing, and his thoughts appear in the night
He filters out the words he wants and lays them down in black and white

Sitting back and relaxed eating a Quaker Oats bar He's stoned with the munchies, and they're the best he has by far He's not alone, but he's by himself feeling lonesome for your touch
You know he's thinking of you each night, and he misses you so much

He just stepped outside for another high it's just something that he'll always do
He may step outside a few times more before this song is through
It may take a moment, but the words will come
They seem to drift in from nowhere and lay down one by one

He just stepped outside, and it's never going to end It's a beautiful night, and the words are flowing again
He always counts on his weed to get the words flowing free
Now that you're in his head, you fill his nights with beautiful dreams

He torches up his pipe at different times throughout the night
It relaxes his mind and slows down his time
It gets his juices flowing, and all his thoughts appear in the night
He filters out the words he wants and lays them down in black and white

He knows when he's stoned, he's got a lot to say
and when he's not, the words hide away
When the day comes and the words flow no more
Lay him down in the river among the 1000 Island shores

03/14/2021

Author's Note: lr; inspiration

Posted on 03/14/2021
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