Radon Balloon — Oysterhead

From an island, in the Tetons, To the day that came before Drifting is a simple thing to do To dance across the treetops with Reflections in a spoon In black or white or color A step towards the craters on The surface of the moon Radon Balloon

In dreams he flies in a tiny raft in a broken sky Radon Balloon

Saw the sun in a chase to be With the chosen one Radon Balloon

Swung through town on a piece of twine Radon Balloon

Disappeared a thousand times Radon Balloon