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.

Beneith 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
?????? dashboard feet
Flashlight children by the streem.

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 perdy
Facinated 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 stake the kids will make those lines.

Rocks and boxes by the creek
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 perdy
Facinated by it all.