I thought you were here,
Then my summer began.
I took you on every trip.
Turned down by the big creek,
Headed on in deep;
Dirt and the sand
And everything ran.
I thought you were here,
Ready to join in.
I cut out a path
To the big ol’ pine,
We hid in the rain
Out of everyone’s pain.
I thought you were here,
Always at my front door.
I heard you come up,
Saw the look in your eyes,
Never thought I’d lose
Deep sand and my blues
Ended with everything for you.
Dusty winds upon the sea;
Take a trip with me,
Beyond the breakers
Softly, swiftly,
A butterfly and free.
Wish upon a shooting star;
Sandy sheets a gift,
Like marveling
In an underground sea,
Floating forever free.
I held a spoonful close to my mouth
Sips of whatever I had coming again
Tightly packed for a business trip
In a car with four doors
Fingertips and a medicine bottle
And a spoon held for too long.
Take me down a river road
Cottonwoods and wheeping willows
Blowing in the wind
Long lamented tailwind signaled
Our swift departure – forward
With an essence upon my lips
Holding on to my silver moon.
A trip
A golden voyage
Into the depths of sunsets
Into the ranges of mountains
Lost in bliss
Lost to this