Lyrics: The Doors. An American Prayer. To Come Of Age.

A military station in the desert
Can we resolve the past lurking jaws, joints of time?
The base to come of age in a dry place holes and caves
My friend drove and hour each day from the mountains

The bus gives you a hard-on with books in your lap
Someone shot the bird in the afternoon dance show
They gave out free records to the best couple
Spades dance best, from the hip