In the morning 'bout three or so, can't stop thinking about what I know. In the morning 'bout three or so
Can't stop thinking of the universe. I keep rocking, I keep rolling, trade in a minute for a minute that isn't there. Keep dropping, keep rolling. Put out the fire with the water, thinking creosote. I the morning with a beat up bud I know I can't fight a war without losing blood.
In the morning 'bout three or so, can't stop seeking what I need to know, God is in the mountain as is in the rock, and God is not concerned about keeping stock.