It's 61 degrees in Joshua Tree. That's my current location. There's a waxing crescent moon drowning out some constellations. You better tie a rope around my ankle; I'm being sucked through the Stargate. They went from sky-high to out the window, and I'm just tryin' not to be late. I managed a feeble synchronicity, but a synchronicity none-the-less. There was an archetype involved, religious and mysterious. I've been on this road so long, and I've been careless along the way. And then I think the word 'magic,' and for now, it's okay. I don't know. I don't know. I don't have to tell you, I don't know.  

Tagses: cosmic american (we can link these up later)

Link to the mp3 file:
I Don't Know
Link to this view of the song:
http://song-a-day.netscrap.com/songs/?scrap_id=3351&scrap_category=40