northern California, parallel to the sun deliver me from the shady, city slums... protected and respected, dont have to live just one, time slows down pain becomes numb small town morals , seperated from the rat race, hiding in the hills, growing further from space, piloting the clouds, concealing your face, outsiders spend a grip just to get a taste deep and beyond all of those nightmares, the redwood curtain, followed by the bears, herbal remedies, erase all of your cares looking out yonder, you get caught in a stare, finding me ain't an easy task, judging by the countryside, you might pass living my life, like it might be my last a thorn in my side when I outcast pleasurable way the days go on flowing from the mountains, is where I belong everything is beautiful, wish you came along hours churning quietly perfect for a song driving winding roads, often mis understood putting all your trust in the woods, probably getting lost will do you some good dropping in anywhere up here if I could redwood curtain