| 10/2006 (Note: "7:30, between Chance and Destiny" is an address on the playa, not a time) It's 7:30, somewhere bright 'tween Chance and Destiny I'm feeling dirty, not half-hungover like I'm supposed to be Well this old dust gets through my skin but I don't mind It's just there's something I was hoping I would find Between midnight and the morning Under the millions on the Playa Dot down at Daisy's, dishes out coffee cake and clarity Might try to save me, if there were some place she'd half rather be She tells me "Noone leaves their tracks in this old town" But she don't let on that the moonlight brings her down As she steps out after midnight Among the millions on the Playa You say you've got to get away From this and them Catch a southbound dandelion seed Sail on the wind And when you finally come to ground How will it end? Dust off and take a look around Build it again It's 7:30 - sunrise comes on like a movie star I'm feeling thirsty, but it don't hurt if you know where you are And I'm sitting with my back to face the dawn And there's no way I won't be here to carry on After morning turns to midnight Under the millions on the playa |