So, as today, the rest of the year
A place to hear coyotes call
And where there's a river and a sinkhole to fall
I give my debts to those that I owe
Calls to my mother, writings to my lover
And a fate I gave away a long time ago
Open, brown plains
Pass by the window, I watch in vain
A tree, here or there
Oh that night, you played without a care
Maybe that's the answer
The words, the music and the stage
I've always loved the ocean and nightingale songs
Trees root then blossom
Oh with you is where I belong
I give my debts to those that I owe
Calls to my mother, writings to my lover
And a fate I gave away a long time ago