On the way back home.... How long did it seem?. 3 days or 4? snow glazed all the trees. My mother held me... like a motorcycle so warm.... We sang melody.... Campin out all night... slow moves in the light.... Of all the things that you've seen.... Was the motorcycle so warm you sang melody?. At that moment I'd know... just how close we could be. And though it always was mine... it always seemed new to me. 10000 colors in all... eyes like caves on my cheeks. To all the people i've loved... don't think poor of me. It wasn't till I woke up.... That I could hold down a joke or a job or a dream. But then all three are one in the same. And all then are one in the same. And all us are one in the same