Enough good can be written in a few words, Can you hear it’s songs between the moonless nights, Out in the places where the sounds of heels, they clatter across each weathered cobblestone, Waking up the senses, as the slow rising salt air fills your bones, Nothing new, but that’s the way change likes it anyway, To write just another few words, let them escape, let them run astray, Have you heard, the birds they say Spring is on it’s way, It’ll soon be staying out late making hay, Each month just another rolling whistle stop, until Summer lands, long days, and hazy rays, Enough good can be written in a few words, roll down the window let the ink all be heard, let the ink all be heard… roll down the window.
