The words flow, decisions made
Idea’s mine, but the inspiration not
Dreams of hangers on, dreams of getting well
Spells of ezmerelda, emeralds foretold
Splinters in the eye sentiments remain
Bones that never rest where we going to
It was never up to me and yet i pushed until it broke
I love the open road and all that it suggests
Wheel wagon dust weeds and infidelities and
Always for a love never question why
In a wooden house immoveable and silent and
Drinking strawberry wine forever lost in town
And thru the sleeping streets night bound and heavy
Wheels in the spoke still spoken for himself
Now my gates are high, my friends even higher
Forgotten in my mind, yet the sky still linger and
Cloud the blue skies, i’m jealous of you birds
Was the only truth in a world full of words?
Hear the prairie sound in a friend called near
The heart is pointed down but my spirit pointed up
His voice for siren of greek mythology
I pause with my pen i begin to defend
Every action taken, every moment sealed
When i was quick it coursed through open veins