we stopped for coffee in the redwood forest
giant dripping leaves, spoons of powdered cream

i wanted to kiss you, but i wasn't sure how
like those indians lost in the rainforest

forced to drag burning wood wherever they went
they had all forgotten how to light a fire

that's why people OD on pills
and jump from the golden gate bridge
anything to feel weightless again

those poor old indians when the white men found them
most died of TB the rest went insane
in our motel room you were drinking ice and gin
reading Moby Dick on the other bed

remember the first time we slept together
you said it felt like when you learnt to float

that's why people OD on pills
and jump from the golden gate bridge
anything to feel weightless again