We lay down in a bed of clover Sunlight on the water and the clouds are passing over We interpret dreams and read the signs Try and translate their intentions for the waking mind Try and translate their intentions for the waking mind On the road I scan the stations On a search for inspiration but you always lose your patience You say God died a long time ago I guess I'll try and find salvation then in rock'n roll Yeah I'll try and find salvation than in rock'n roll Well it's not what I thought it would be I haven't found the woman who will make me what I should be And all my tricks to pass the time Well they offer some distraction but don't satisfy Is there wisdom in that crazy desert mystic Descending with the tablet and the fiery name of God Or the posture of the existential skeptic Resigned to face the forces that are red in tooth and claw Or is it merely a vestigial need To seek solace though the answers are flawed Born of science or an ancient creed A dividing line or divining rod A dividing line or divining rod A dividing line or divining rod