Widespread - Kant

Inspirtation, Oh, she barely waits a moment Elevator doors open Hear her footsteps touch the stairs Words walk by Describing definition Stop and talk about it Narcissus Is just too easy to see We're always looking When we see fishes When we go fishin' Thoughts meander Risin' all around us Rise and fall and rise again Oh, we stop and talk about it Strong beliefs Like ideas come to life Turn atoms into rain and stone Sands and tall trees Worlds passed by Defyin' description Stop and talk about it Talk about it And Maia, she dances She dissolves into the light Illusions of light Oh Maia, she dances Deep romance and poetry Songs and movies Virtue for la de da She dances in the light Dance in the light Maia, she dances Oh Maia, she dances

Wide awake in San Diego Smallest root shrinking dry The fish are swimming closer inside Lake Morena Still get no rain from the sky Men were firing cannons Hoping smoke might tear an angel's eyes Heard the stories of shooting arrows Tearin' open the clouds But indians shoot the best, and The indians they don't like us, much Hatfield You made rain for L.A. We've got ten grand For you to go cook us some rain Science from the cooking pot mixing up with the air Feeling thunder Nights since they have started Now the clouds won't stay apart A little California voodoo Care of Hatfield and his brother Now the horses won't race where the down's turned to mud Streams and rivers are growing And my boots are filling up Water's from back this way Look at them smiling, cooking and smiling Hatfield Made rain for L.A. Well, "Hot damn", People swear with one walk in this rain Families on porches The children are smiling The owners are mad, owners are crying Still the eyes of the children, wide open Wide, wide Well, the blue light is rolling in between the clouds Feeling of wonder Some water drying up, some sinking down "Charles always kept in touch", swears his mother "Always had the touch" Made rain for L.A. Made rain for L.A. Hatfield

Black cat crossed our path on little fog feet There's crows flying beside my window We left superstition on the roadside a few cities ago They spent our souls, maybe, but they didn't take our smiles We listen, we shake, the radio There's a sweet corn princess smiling through the words on the glass Remember we stopped for tamales last time? But now the lights from the town are fading with radio There's another song playing, and we can hear it in the wind outside We listen, Pilgrims We shake, to the radio We listen, to the radio Little black kitty crossed our path wearing little fog feet And the crows they're just drifters through my window The late night city's lights are growing sharper And I hear another song, I see it pouring from the look in your eyes We listen, We shake, to the radio Pilgrims, we listen, we shake, to the radio, the radio