Big Sur

Behind the wheel against the road Next to you is central coast The central thought within my mind Is how to stay within these lines, but still be free Beneath the ground the giants sleep And maybe we're just in their dreams The setting sun with every turn Above the ground the oak trees burn And they wheep, for rain And for this endless conversation Instigated by the stars A pocket knife and no guitar Coffee cup, a deck of cars Corre corre dashboard feet Flashlight children by the stream A box of books A book of rocks One for the birds One for the knots The owl will learn how to turn around this day to keep my life From sliding away From this endless conversation Instigated by the stars A little word to keep it burning Fascinated by it all The first awake will stoke the coals The early morning river roads The last one in the swing will break Stones will stack the kids will make, those lines Rocks and boxes by the creek and the lies Began to speak Words are broken smoke signals will leads us into the light Into it all and Always endless conversations Implicated by the stars A little world to keep it burning Fascinated by it all