Wake, wake...
And I catch you taking in the trees shake
Your shoes off put your two feet on the dashboard
A daydream in the daylight then you seal it
With your mouth, with your mind, in your mouth
With your 'sunshine makes me high...'

Roll, roll...
Four hundred burning miles of gold roll
Your shoes off put your two feet on the dashboard
A Hopper in the half-light then you seal it
With your mouth, with your mind, in your mouth
With your 'sunshine makes me high...'

And like a flame you move me to the moment
calling me home to the here and now
and like a flame you move me to the moment
it's the sighing of a mountain in the morning
Your 'sunshine makes me high'