Mountains / Forests (Evanston, Illinois / June 28, 2013)

I have been laid down

In the weeds and the tendrils

And I have been warmed

By Surgeon Generals

And I have seen the moonlight

On a stack of quarters

And I have seen the milk in the hand

Of the farmer's daughter

So baby you would be wrong to think

I am easily amazed

I hold out for surprises

I do not hope to be saved

Play it close, play it close

Oh let it in, receive it

Hold on, taste it, release it

Release it, release it, release it

There are mountains

There are forests

There are tiny electric seahorses

Now you can believe

Too many things at one time

Wake up in the morning crying

I wanted to have a dream

That the Shriners in their fezzes

Were out in the park with the Gangster Disciples

They were all in a circle

With their arms around each other

They were singing "Hold Me Closer, Tiny Dancer"

And in this dream I believed

There would be some answers

To many so long hidden questions

But I went to sleep last night

And I dreamed of nothing

Oh baby don't you know it's hard for me to say that I'm sorry

There are mountains

There are forests

There are tiny electric seahorses

Now you can believe

Too many things at one time

Wake up in the morning crying