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Kicking cans and kicking rocks
Spinning Cokes and spinning clocks
Home is so comfortable
Now we’re all on the run
As slaves to time
The sand drifts by
We’re all on the run
Hello every passerby
Ambition rises through the leaves
Above the tree line
Resonates on my shirt
Shines out my sleeves
Glowing red, orange and gold
It sets in my shadow
And they may see my mind as lying in prone
As I close my eyes and dream of defeat
I have a nightmare I’m on a beach
With nothing in my wingspan
I’m going to fall then grow
With the needles and cones
All I need is my box of crayons
To scribble my list of demands
Illegible to the rest of man

Head through the forest down a single track
You’ll see what you can’t believe
Head to the mountains on a rocky path
You’ll see what you want to touch
Head down the road and don’t look back
Only in memory

I wish I wish I
Had one more
I wish I wish I wish I
Miss the days
When I worried more than my Liquid Blues
I’m driving to the sea foaming green
Littering the street with seeds
Caution, a bridge ahead
And winter has crept under sheets
Ice on worn out tire treads
I hang from the moss gripping to a tree
I’m not about to turn upside down
Numbers, letters and stars Merry Go Round
Clouds, Windmills and rings fade in the sky
I’m standing still as the wolves howl
A five year old smile waving Good Bye

Head through the forest down a single track
You’ll see what you can’t believe
Head to the mountains on a rocky path
You’ll see what you want to touch
Head down the road and don’t look back
Only in memory

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