Curved Air - David Crosby

Flashes and curved air

I can’t trust my eyes

The things that I’m seeing

Look like lies

The wind has shoulders

Pushing me aside

The sky is a cavern open wide

I thought I was leaving

I got no time for that

It’s too strange here to be serious

Too rocky to be flat

Too serious to be calm

So moderate and white

I heard, «inside the fence, you’re alright»

If I could get some traction here

A little solid ground

A piece of working action here

I might get found

Might get found

I remember silence

The moment that I knew

All the air turning solid

Curved and blue

Throwing us across the road

Into that rigid wall

I woke up in the dark

Across the hall

If I could get some traction here

A little solid ground

A piece of working action here

I might get found

Might get found