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