Well I've been dreaming all day about rafts made of junk 
Sailing around 
With friends by my side 
I could read their lives on their skin and the future in tin cans 
Standing in the sun 
Like pirate bums 
Pack or give up all your things 
Find a rusty car and go drifting 
And soon you'll forget everything you're supposed to need 
And you'll be living on a raft with 
Luke, Mike and John 
Another hangover and we keep travelling through spaces 
Cheap wine in a bag 
A typewritter by my side 
Everyone's drifting, everyone's waiting for something 
I hope someday I'll find 
A dharma way of life 
Pack or give up all your things 
Find a rusty car and go drifting 
And soon you'll forget everything you're supposed to need 
And you'll be living on a raft with 
Luke, Mike and John 
Luke, Mike and John