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
10,000 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