Chaparral

Stories unwritten, growing old

Mountains of jewels

Stowed away, blown away, growing old

Boxes of tools

Letters rewritten and never sent

Fountains of truth

Make the time, take the time, break the time

Visit our youth

Growing up, throwing up, pixie cups

Ice cream cones too

Ballrooms and houses of rock and roll

Lost in the blue

Backyards and highways and alleyways

Alley mains too

Live on when you start to sing along

Old can be new