Behind The Wheel Against The Road Next To You
Is Central Coast The Central Thought Within My Mind
Is How To Stay Within These Lines, But Still
Be Free Beneath The Ground The Giants Sleep
And Maybe We′re Just In Their Dreams The Setting
Sun With Every Turn Above The Ground The Oak
Trees Burn And They Wheep, For Rain And For
This Endless Conversation Instigated By The Stars A
Pocket Knife And No Guitar Coffee Cup, A Deck
Of Cars Corre Corre Dashboard Feet Flashlight Children By
The Stream A Box Of Books A Book
Of Rocks One For The Birds One For The
Knots The Owl Will Learn How To Turn Around
This Day To Keep My Life From Sliding Away
From This Endless Conversation Instigated By The Stars
A Little Word To Keep It Burning Fascinated By
It All The First Awake Will Stoke The
Coals The Early Morning River Roads The Last One
In The Swing Will Break Stones Will Stack The
Kids Will Make, Those Lines Rocks And Boxes
By The Creek And The Lies Began To Speak
Words Are Broken Smoke Signals Will Leads Us Into
The Light Into It All And Always Endless
Conversations Implicated By The Stars A Little World To
Keep It Burning Fascinated By It All