I saw somebody sing something I wrote
Man, I’ve got to get back there
I will write a new song
Less of coming undone
Meant to be, different and together
At times, I drive and my ears roll passed thought,
maybe experience.
That thinking can rearrange my line so much
that at times I forget where and when I am.
Who was never meant to be questioned.
Charade, ballet, parade
Glide out of your cage
I heard somebody understand something I felt
Boy, I am just about back there
Pen one with no coda
Little more getting it done
Different and coming together
Midnight showers with the sunrise are milestones
Shy smile locked with eyes
Left footprints leaving us
Area 51 and mandolins
We sang right next to ourselves