Currents - Jam in the Van, The National Parks

Sometimes you are a desert

A barren dusty dream

And Im a nomad lost chasing your mirage

Through the wind and through the heat

Looking back to the young years it mustve been late midnight

I saw the colors move me and you it was clearer than a lightning strike

Clearer than a lightning strike

Its like the currents

Out in the great deep blue

Theres a force that is occuring

Its pulling me to you

Its like the currents

Its like the currents

Currents