At Land’s End

At land's end, I breathe light as air in this world of my imagination
There is nothing I cannot have, there is nothing I cannot know, in this world at land's end

Here are my friends, we speak of Heaven
And in between how we share...we share the mystery of creation
We share the fantasy of the drum
Honesty, exploration
We are here, we are everywhere
Like a hot-air balloon cast above fields of discretion
I move along, move along
Through the mist, without direction

It is my right
Here I am free, though it's only make-believe
I'm satisfied
Here I'm alive
My own best friend, (my own best friend)
My own best friend at land's end

Here at land's end