Not Ready - Don McGlashan

I dreamed we were riding — I was holding you tight

I dreamed we were riding — I was holding you tight

A hawk flew up above the road as we came into sight

The lake was all in shadow — and the road was long

The lake was all in shadow — and the road was long

The stones were sharp and I could taste the dust on my tongue

I dreamed we were riding — then everything shattered

I dreamed we were riding — then everything shattered

But we are bones and weight and water — the promises we make, they matter

I’m not ready