You paid me the highest praise
The echo has been haunting me for days and days
And as I stand with my feet upon the earth
Digging my toes into the dirt
I'm drunk on the moon!
I'm robed all in green!
I'm drunk on the feeling of feeling seen!

And every chance I get I get some air
And every chance I get I let down all of my hair
And as I sit among the mustard and vervain
I ask the wind “whence came the love?” and “came the love in vain?”
I'm drunk on the sun!
I'm drunk on the rain!
Oh, Wind, won't you tell me whence came the pain?

And the shadow of the earth upon the moon
Is shielding from view a most sacred rune
And though I tug upon the strings of my guitar
If I could, I'd tug directly on the strings of your heart
I'm drunk on the tune!
I'm robed all in stars!
Sometimes I imagine you are my guitar

I'm drunk on the tune!
I'm drunk on the Wind!
Sometimes I pretend that it's not pretend