Tilted Cap

Sunrise mailing morning blues
Captain slips on sailing shoes
Going where the day may choose
Not knowing what it’s after

Sleeping sunshine dreams of dew,
Captain’s ship and sailing shoes
Going where the clock may choose
and knowing what it’s after

Time flies as volume rises.
Front chair fiddle goes at it again.
Helicopter whirling, headed for angels,
leaving to speak to our wings.
Zooms, spinning, so close he can taste it.
Hits the right switch and it’s off to the races.

Time flew, wonders if any of it’ll circle back again.
Tilted cap, he gets lost in the stars

Clock hands, cracking, explore new
Captain flips his sailing shoes
Going where the time may choose
Feels growing’s what it’s after

Sunset selling streaking blues
Captain dips his sailing shoes
Going where the colors choose
Feels sunrise coming after

Tilted cap and lost in the stars,
I don’t steer this ship, but you are not too far.
Tilted cap and lost in the stars.