Thirty-two paws pouring everywhere,
flood from holes in the old lot.
Walking up while they’re vibing.
Catching up on what’s been hiding.
Can’t tell what’s under the words.
Six years since I left the jungle.
It’s been such a long time.
We may shine in the darkness, I may open your eyes.
Winter dripping in the night.
Conversations on life.
Thirty-two paws pour out everywhere.
Yellow eyes in that parking lot.
Pictures on walls, they’re vibing.
Seeing, finally, what she’s been hiding.
Can’t tell what’s under the words.
Maybe I will open your eyes.
Winter dripping in the night.
Conversations on life.
this is your life chuck johnson 