Given good ground to walk around on It would mean so much to me to see Things for my still young self or else I might not believe whatever people Say in their own ways, colourful faces And easy going...
Can't think a straight line beyond the hill It seems like a mountain next to an ocean behind A thrill almost in my reach If there's a way I could Feel the face of intelligence I'm a man, I would...
It's pretty good, the wine The way that we look at Ten to eight in the morning Just talking, still awake in Dawn and dew drinking, thinking Always... Remembering the laughs, the time We got high for...
There they are Alive, on the move, pretty young, Still unproven though they love Restless young zeroes in a haze Of reckless blind faith taking their Own sweet time to write and rhyme Their ending Are...