She’s the blinds which I turn
day and night, altering it all.
She’s the kite that I fly
wind will bite, but never break this line.
I understand it all, I really do.
Time’s a doorway I lean on,
just holding it open for you.
This warm desert winter,
sunshine shows up and leaves
to come back around again.
I’m looking up to the sky.
She’s the coffee I drink,
nice and cold, I think, I want it all.
She’s the leaves on the trees,
they will fall, but they’ll land right on me.
Always land right on me.
Understand, I really do.
Pushes and pulls, the wind it bends,
I hold on tight to my best friends.
this is your life chuck johnson 