When I was a child I was a champion, daydreamer Stuck on an endless trail, down an endless well, I loose myself Words on a page weren’t around enough, I’d drown them out Wouldn’t leave a mark if I disappeared Would it last a year? Once in a while, I feel a part of something One thing…is everything I feel a good vibration Didn’t know I was aching to Feel a good vibration And the sky is painted blue…painted blue… Seven teenagers on a camping trip Not like this, not quite so dark And the stars reflected on the lake I was wide awake Swam in the middle of a constellation Thought about sinking Would the ripples on the river Make it to the shore? Once in a while, I feel a part of something One thing…is everything I feel a good vibration Didn’t know I was aching to Feel a good vibration And the sky is painted blue…painted blue… She drops her bag by the door And throws her arms around me And I know I’d be okay She said, “It sure feels good To be needed by this safety But I love imaginal places” I feel a good vibration She didn’t know I was aching to Feel a good vibration And the sky is painted blue…painted blue…