Maybe blue, baby blue, I see shapes in the sky
There's a dog that barks when only I ride by.
Kick the can, holding hands for the very first time
The sun stays out til I'm cloaked in the night
I don't want to be real. Colors are tinted then bright.
This brain's for the preservation. I'm gone for the first time.
The howl through the fog, and the boats breaking tide.
The hum of a banner plane towing Coors Light.
Floating dock, nine o clock, sprinklers on for the night.
A pile of leaves host an old broken kite.
I don't want to lose this. The places I go in my head,
Dream of a paradise disposition, the person you were as a kid.
The heart that's full, can take over the mind,
Be kind, be kind. It's your very first time.
In the owl, in the coo, in the thousands of wings,
That hover the cliff where the shantyman sings.
I don't want to hurt you. The kid with the wind in her sails.
Think of a parallel navigation. Maybe we'll meet someday soon.
