Campfire breeze, jackets, a walk.
Distant, a heart, like the prey that it stalks.
Next to the sea, sundress, a walk.
Two calendar years since we last talked.
She’s home on the road.
She’s an evening’s daydream.
I’ve never known what a heart of gold means
or found close to a clue to what I’m doing,
but I’ve felt what that still means to me.
Went on our ways to find better days and
left ourselves behind.
She’d hold my hand, laugh while we walk.
Now thousands of circles around the clock.
Miniature cakes, tunnels we walked.
Another nice night that blew up on the rocks.
She glides through the rough. Smooth, she’s tough.
She daydreams in the evening.
I’ve never known what a heart of gold means
or had near a notion as to what to say,
but I think of her at the end of the day.
Singin’ how’s it goin’?
She’s an evening’s daydream.
I’ve never known what this heart of gold means.
She’s an evening’s daydream
bringing oceans to a small stream.
Bringing oceans, watch them all stream.
this is your life chuck johnson 