When I looked at the fork in the road,
There was a point of where I returned
All of the signs were pointed to home,
Where I rejoiced in the morning

If the feeling of ecstasy is feeling elated,
It was a pill that was difficult to swallow
I can only assure the distant of viewers
I've been tripping enough to feel the dirt

From the tips of the grass,
Straight from its roots
Where the...