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 thin cans standing in the sun like pirates bums

Pack or give up all your things, find [bad word] car and go drifting
And soon you'll forget every thing you're supposed to need
And you'll be living on a raft with Luke, Mike and John

Another hangover day and we keep travelling through spaces, cheap wine in a bag, a typewriter 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 [bad word] car and go drifting
And soon you'll forget every thing you're supposed to need
And you'll be living on a raft with Luke, Mike and John