At Convict Lake, we staked our tent
 When the wind rose up, the willows bent
 Their airborne spores were released to me
 I opened my mouth and let them in
A small black X on the edge of the camp
 I couldn't wait to fall off the map
And so I took another tab
A lost bobcat found himself in the camp
 I held him close, I fed him by hand
 And then I took another tab
My friends came down, way too soon
 I stayed high, with the silvery moon
I awoke in a hospital bed
 Bound down like Gulliver tied up in thread
 You can't take back what you put in your head