The Hill Dwellers (Live Hollywood Bowl 1968)

Way back deep into the brain

Way back past the realm of pain

Back where there's never any rain

And the rain falls gently on the townAnd over the heads of all of us

And in the labyrinth of streams

Beneath, quiet unearthly presence

Of nervous hill dwellers in the gentle hills aroundReptiles abounding

Fossils, caves, cool air heightsEach house repeats a mold

Windows rolled

A beast car locked in against morning

All now sleeping

Songwriters

Robbie Krieger;John Densmore;Jim Morrison;Ray ManzarekPublished by

DOORS MUSIC COMPANY