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lyrics
I was riding on a Marta train, moving through Atlanta
Came to be a big star, make it with my band
I was broke, fired, down and out, about to be convicted
Guitar in the pawn shop, critically addicted
Visited Dr. B to inquire about the methadone
Looked into the future, and I saw a black hole
I was praying for a way out
I was praying for a way out
I was riding on a Marta train, my heart and soul were choking
Looked between my feet, there was a page from Creative Loafing
It was a volunteer ad, no alcohol or drugs, food and a bed and $50 a month
It was a spiritual community in the mountains called Enota, I packed my bags and told Ray I was going
I hopped on a Greyhound out
Appalachian bound
Now I'm high up on the hill, floating in the stars, I feel it melt away, staring down, from afar
You see my mind and my body is clean, and my soul and my spirit is free
Yeah my mind and my body is clean
Clean water, air, pristine nature is the vision, farming subsistence, harmonious existence
Buffalo illuminated the path of cultivation, spiritual elevation, climb up out the basement
In the morning meetings we shared what we were grateful for, in the Master's garden, kicking down the doors
Warriors of utopia, excalibur myopia, sun-volt Griff with his getchasome T-shirt
I saw Indian spirits dancing, I heard a choir, a thousand singing angels exploding like fire
Through the black sky of sharks’ teeth, white pearls and diamonds,
Roaring through the veldt like lions of enlightenment
Mountain top meadow, we laid down in the tall grass, purple light flooded through the holy expanse
Where Buffalo he talked about the Master's train, the rectification of the human plane
Now I'm high up on the hill, riding on a Marta train, moving through Atlanta, I'm floating in the stars,
Yeah, my mind and my body is clean, and my soul and my spirit is free
Yeah my mind and my body is clean
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