It is a fine bit of feeling that you just can't have. If you never have felt it you never felt alive. It is a juke-joint chain down an older road, a pump giving in, passing along. Take a trip up magic mountain. Sing whoa Let the feeling free your soul Take a drink, straight from the fountain Sing whoa A view from the top, stops you dead in your track The sun isn't moving, the future is in the past. It is a wild kind of walkway up on back in the woods, rolling in the grass ain't never felt so good. I have proof from the forgotten wicked witch in the west, I got my name but I passed the test. Take a trip up magic mountain. Sing whoa Let the feeling free your soul Take a drink, straight from the fountain Sing whoa A view from the top, stops you dead in your track The sun isn't moving, the future is in the past.