Beautiful day. Almost spring. Hawks, floating by. Blue skies, breeze blowing. Knowing…
Cruising interstates. Tracing endless white lines. Sacred spaces. Drive on, drive. Miles of cities. Smiles on pretty, pretty faces. Where are we going next?
And you followed. And I followed.
We sweat together. Shared a pipe. Shared our water. Shared our lives. Through stormy weather, and fires bright, Sang with all our might!
And when you cry, I cry.
Beautiful night. Stars shining. Grandmother sure is bright. An owl stirring just out of sight. Casting her magic into the night.
And we listen. And we grow. And I follow and you follow. And when you cry…