Where do i want to go
I don't think I ever know
Sitting at the bus stop waiting for the ride
And when the bus shows up
Enter like I'm in the club
Oh lysergic acid diethylamide
Guess we hit the bump
And the driver drove it rough
But i guess there's ups and downs when you don't drive
The path ahead is fog
But the bus rolls right along
Oh lysergic acid diethylamide