Tribe
(Jackson / Rockenfield / Tate / Wilton)
Taken to a place underground
A cavern
Ten thousand steps down.
The only light
Was fire fly glow
Reflecting in
The blue crystal show.
Feeling in the darkness
Surrounding me
Roots of giant Sequoia trees
Anchor the canopy of
Life that’s above.
The answer
To the mystery of life is
Traveled through
The jungles of the Yucatan
And drank the potion
From the magic man.
Held the starlight inches
From my face
Pushed the door open
I walked
The path way to heaven
Saw the same face of God.
Seems every where I go
I see the same face
I feel the same flow.
With every one I meet
And every hand I shake,
I’m every man, trying my best
To get to know
Because everything’s at stake.
We’re the same tribe.
Passing through Morocco
For the faithful is a trip.
Hallucinating visions
Drives my desert ship.
For a thousand miles
We could not fail
Can’t enjoy
If you can’t inhale.
Clearly a lifetimes need
Of some experience
And for the record, peace.
Seems every where I go
I see the same face
I feel the same flow.
With every one I meet
And every hand I shake,
I see myself in every man
Trying my best to get to know
Because everything’s at stake.
We’re the same tribe
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