From the Phoenix liftoff Somewhere over Blackfoot reserve High above Drumheller Sky hostess starts to serve Cloud shadows on the mountain And our shadow on the mountainside After Salt Lake City I have time to close my eyes Before the Grand Canyon Swallows us as we move south I pray the Grand Canyon Take our plane inside its mouth We know the material And these songs, the serious lines Under palms ethereal In Hollywood's mysterious wild These are coarse imaginings Where cannibal inspectors thrive On delirious ramblings Now in real and troubling times In the warm confusion Of the looming foliage outside The motel room obscura A divining by Venetian blinds