In the glow of the dawn, where the dreams stretch and yawn,
The seekers drift gently, in the twilight's soft spawn.
With visions that shimmer, in the morning's first glimmer,
They sail on the river of time, ever slimmer.
Beneath the sky's canvas, they paint their desire,
In strokes of the sunrise, they kindle their fire.

Through the whispers of trees, in the cool summer breeze,
Lies a truth that's as old as the mountains and seas.
With hands to the sky, they reach for the high,
Where the stars are the notes in the symphony of night.
In the forest's embrace, they find their space,
In the heart of nature, they quicken their pace.

Ride on, ride on, through the cosmic sea,
Where the mind is free, and the soul's the key.
Ride on, ride on, with the fire inside,
On this stoner's ride, where the spirits glide.
In the astral lanes, where the echo remains,
We find our chains released, unbound from the plains.

Ride on, ride on, through the cosmic sea,
Where the mind is free, and the soul's the key.
Ride on, ride on, with the fire inside,
On this stoner's ride, where the spirits glide.
In the astral lanes, where the echo remains,
We find our chains released, unbound from the plains.

As the night fades away, and the dark turns to gray,
The echoes of silence, they slowly decay.
But the journey's not over, it's only begun,
For the stoner's song never truly is done.
In the quiet of the dawn, with the night withdrawn,
The melody lingers on, from dusk till dawn.