Yoga man, I’ve come thousands of miles to see you
India ain’t just around the corner from my place
planes, trains, walking down dusty roads barefoot
pretending to be without a care
I hope you can ease my pain
I want some peace of miiiiiiiiiiind, a spiritual transformation
stretch it out—let the mind chill
in-a-gadda-da-vida
maybe you can show me how
turn me in turn me out
I’m on a wanderer on an endless road trip
been to temples and that didn’t help
holy shrines that weren’t transmitting holiness to me
just vague murmurings I couldn’t translate
maybe I just wasn’t getting it
I’m tired and I need tranquility
I’m stuck in some bardo or something
I ain’t dead but I don’t feel alive either
matsyasana bhujangasana
salabhasana dhanurasana
kick me in the ass-sana bro
