Melted wax on the seats inside
Fingers crossed, this old girl can make it
Cover your eyes, now the sky is burning
Grip that chair so tightly, might break it
And now there's fire in the fields and the swaying pines
Hold your breath, it's about to get a little wavy
Torch the place and the book of lies
All these roads seem to lead to somewhere crazy

Ooh well it seems we landed on the right stone
At the wrong time

Birds lift into the seasons flight
Heard them say this old stones amazing
Stuttering words now my mind is bursting
Miss that time we shared an oasis
And now there's fire in the fields and the swaying pines
Hold your breath, it's about to get a little wavy
Torch the place and the book of lies
All these roads seem to lead to somewhere crazy

Hey, do you really mind?
Hey, do you really mind?

It seems we landed on the right stone
At the wrong time