Buy Me A CoffeeOne fine day all this will burn
Strange but true
Strange but true
The blue woods of Oregon
Silver snakes of her rivers
Her dark lakes gone like steam
Something will come
A hammer at high noon
To stove in this huge porcelain egg of a world
Our hopes were only ever
The white wisps of clouds
Full of love and silence
Let them nestle there
Snug as shadows
In the shoulders of the hills
We are men
We ride high
Brains blazing on jet fuel.
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