 Look away, the gold of meditation This chapter's gonna be a close one Smoke rigs, I know you're gonna blow one All on a spaceship, persevering Use my hands for everything but steering Can't stop the spirits when they need you My workshops are happy when they feed you J-Box, top flyers in the treetop Footstep, blow the meeting in the leapfrog The world I love, the tears I've dropped To be part of the wave dance