My Fellow Riders (Garbarek Anja)

Pleasantly removed Into lush darkness Into the dreamless place I begin to sing this song Staying loud enough To drown out any noise In presence of strangers I begin to sing this song It appears to be done For the pleasure of the doing But I'm no better shape Than my fellow riders Every now and then I'm slipping back again Empty and mortal I begin to sing this song My mind is moving fast Trying to make connections Taking short-cuts Noting events Listing all Filing away Along with opinions Making connections Taking short-cuts Noting events Listing all Filing away Along with opinions Making connections Taking short-cuts Noting events... It appears to be done For the pleasure of the doing But I'm no better shape Than my fellow riders...