And I'm lost and I've lost all belief in my spirit guide, wind-whipped and country-fried. Let's take this one outside and I've been travelling, been rambling around the arena of the vacant mind, moon-licked and preoccupied, let's fall out of sight: strange reaction. I wanna stroll you, want to perambulate you around the fields of golden light, freed from tyrant time. Let's take this one outside: strange reaction. You get what you get and the smoke from your cigarette is like a halo 'round your head. You get what you get and it's four in the afternoon and you just got out of bed. Baby, it's a long way down.