I broke down on the 101
I wandered into town
I bummed a smoke and got some gas
When I turned back my car could not be found
There go my plans, I get lost for a while
There goes my day, get lost for a while
Now I'm walking and I'm starting to feel out of touch
I guess I must've taken too much
Now my dreams are spun
Falling constellations
and my mind is starting to run
And I'm stuck here in Ukiah with no one
I heard there was a nut-house here, in the 1970s
After Jamestown they burned it down and
they set all the patients free
There goes my mind, I get lost for a while
There goes my day, get lost for a while
Now I'm laughing and the streets are covered in flames
And the kids here are the same
And It's plain to see real is subjective
on a road with infinite lanes
And I'm stuck here in Ukiah once again
Winds are blowing, night is slowly moving in frame
And I'm stuck here in Ukiah once again
I'm walking and I'm starting to feel out of touch
I guess I must've taken too much
Now my dreams are spun
Falling constellations
and my mind is starting to run
And I'm stuck here in Ukiah with no one
They could love you, they could love me somewhere someday
But for now I'm in Ukiah on the run