Текст песни Right On - Mujeres

As a youngster, a hipster with no worries and dreams
I found a road that would weigh down all my sins
I made friends, enemies and one day, talkin' cheese
He said, "Hey buddy, would you share me a spliff?"
Ride on
Drive my car with no note
No way home
Home means nothing at all
I don't know
No better feeling than this
As I look back on all the years that I've lived
From Chicago to Los Angeles, there's these people that I meet
They understood me as nobody ever did
Mr. Kesey and his Prankster, Allen Ginsberg, and me
We opened doors to places you'd never reach
Ride on
Drive my car with no note
No way home
Home means nothing at all
I don't know
No better feeling than this
As I look back on all the years that I've lived
Put the keys behind green doors
Transcendental two-way home
Space-time traveling to new worlds
At the end, you'll understand why the pigs are pink
Ride on
Ride on