the mystic journey<\/p>\n
it was me and a friend just roamin’ around crossed over the border to a mystical land on a roll of the dice we headed out west on a turn of the cards i lightened my load on a flip of the coins we rode the coast just me and a friend roamin’ around could it be in the stars in the passing of cars by Jim Rider \u00a9 1978<\/p>\n the mystic journey it was me and a friend just roamin’ around him magician and i was a clown playin’ on the streets for a dollar a day waitin’ for the right time and a sign to lead the way crossed over the border to a mystical land it was sort of unexpected didn’t quite […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"page-templates\/front-page.php","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-90","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jimrider.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/90","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jimrider.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jimrider.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jimrider.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jimrider.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=90"}],"version-history":[{"count":9,"href":"https:\/\/jimrider.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/90\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":851,"href":"https:\/\/jimrider.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/90\/revisions\/851"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jimrider.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=90"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nhim magician and i was a clown
\nplayin’ on the streets for a dollar a day
\nwaitin’ for the right time and a sign to lead the way<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n
\nit was sort of unexpected didn’t quite understand
\non a razors edge on a grain of sand
\nonward we wandered to the gates of oblivion<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n
\nwhere the sage and the spice attracted us
\nbut shadows fell down like a dark groping hand
\nsaw the teeth of the wolves and the blood of the lambs
\n<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n
\nthrowin’ off fear for the weakness it holds
\non target and calm the vision was clear
\n<\/span><\/span>beyond the mirage i took for granted was here<\/p>\n
\ntrying’ to make the most out of every situation
\nthat we witnessed near at hand
\non a drifters crusade all over the land<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n
\nhim a magician and i was a clown
\nplayin’ on the streets for a dollar a day
\nwaiting for the right time and a sign to lead the way<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n
\nat a table in the bar or in a turn of the cards
\nin a change of your mind in the passing of time
\nin a ribbon of rhyme or just down the line<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n