Sunshine Makes Me High - The Guggenheim Grotto

Wake, wake…

And I catch you taking in the trees shake

Your shoes off put your two feet on the dashboard

A daydream in the daylight then you seal it

With your mouth, with your mind, in your mouth

With your 'sunshine makes me high…'

Roll, roll…

Four hundred burning miles of gold roll

Your shoes off put your two feet on the dashboard

A Hopper in the half-light then you seal it

With your mouth, with your mind, in your mouth

With your 'sunshine makes me high…'

And like a flame you move me to the moment

Calling me home to the here and now

And like a flame you move me to the moment

It’s the sighing of a mountain in the morning

Your 'sunshine makes me high'