Big Sur

Behind the wheel against the road

Next to you the central coast

The central thought within my mind

Is how to stay within these lines, but still be free

Beneath 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 weep for rain

And for this endless conversation

Instigated by the stars

A pocket knife, an old guitar

Coffee cup, a deck of cards

Corre corre dashboard feet

Flashlight children by the stream

A box of books, a book of rocks

One for the birds, one for the knots

That I will learn how to tie

Around this day to keep my life

From sliding away

From this endless conversation

Instigated by the stars

A little wood to keep it burning

Fascinated by it all

The first awake will stoke the coals

The early morning river rolls

The last one in the swing will break

Stones will stack, the kids will make

Those lines

Roxaboxen by the creek

Candle lights began to speak

Words are broken, smoke signals that will leads us into the light

Into it all

And always

Always endless conversations

Implicated by the stars

A little wood to keep it burning

Fascinated by it all

And always