Another small moment’s song

Yeah, your eyes wake as you lie there

Painted with blue sky and clouds

Fingers run along grass like harp strings

These here days you stand in a field

Roll another swag before a few more miles

Into a another arriving day’s left night

Yeah, you run storms on open roads ahead

With your dust and mud freckle covered face

Scanning for another destination out in front

Where old stone ruins stand, wait dormant

Another whistle stop for a world without time

Waiting out these crossing storms between

Each thunder’s rumble clap to lightning’s dance

While you lean against the rear wheel, a silhouette

To passing inside another small moment’s song


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