Widespread Panic

Rock on my belly, lying on the bottom of the pool I'm a rock on the belly, lying on the bottom of the pool There's a man on the bank ten thousand years my younger I see a face on the water one hundred hundred years my younger But I can't go back, he

Wide awake in San Diego Smallest root shrinking dry The fish are swimming closer inside Lake Morena Still get no rain from the sky Men were firing cannons Hoping smoke might tear an angel's eyes Heard the stories of shooting arrows Tearin' open the c