On the way back home
How long did it seem?
Three days or four?
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
Ten thousand 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 'til 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

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Writer(s): Jim Edward Olliges Jr.