Valley Mountain Blues

It started in a jungle
Two pebbles, Valley and Mountain
It was innocence full of real dreams
Unknown rock and roll
Toe taps and sweaters, green lights and fresh air
Before broken smiles and where’s my underwear
Single tree lost in a closing ocean
A mirror
In a jungle

Red mountain highs. Low mountain blues.
Blue valley whoas. Red valley high.
Thank a jungle. It’s a jungle. In a jungle.
In a jungle. Thank a jungle. It’s a jungle.
It’s a jungle. In a jungle. Thank a jungle.
Valley Mountain blue

Music singing old songs
We’re the only ones listening

Music skipped south for old dreams
two rocks called valley and mountain
While Written flowed through intense streams
Unknown rock and roll
Bruises and better, lost lives and no cares
Before shining smiles and puzzle pieces, there
Single stones found on an old bench, bursting
A mirror
Thank a jungle