‘I’VE BEEN DOWN TO THE FIELDS OF MADNESS’

i’ve been down to the fields of madness.

i’ve hoped the fence & strolled to the well.

i’ve drunk deeply of the everlasting secret.

i’ve waited for visions of anarchy to overwhelm my sight.

but all i saw was blue.

all these fields are blue.

and i’m riding the crest of the wave

& i’m riding my stallion home.

i’ve got no plans

i’m riding my stallion home.