Blankets -

Time fades the pictures

Fades the lines

What is standard?

What is right?

I’ll start the car up

Your hand in mine

We’ll find an airwave

To pass the time

Too many miles

Traveled without a sign

Just the horizon line

A blanket to warm, made of down

A blanket of snow, covers the sound

While you were sleeping, everything changed

We remain the same

A blanket of stars covers the ground

One by one we all fell down

Holding this image as long as it takes

We’ve both made mistakes

I should have reasoned with you long ago

No objective of where to go

No real solution

More the same

Medication

Running through these veins

Admiration

Of a past that never changed

Too many miles

Traveled without a sign

Just the horizon line

A whisper of conscience in the air

Do we stay quiet or do we care?

Don’t say you’re sorry

I know you’re right

Eyes closed tight and

Arms stretched wide

A blanket to warm, made of down

The science of fiction

The science of sound

Holding this image as long as it takes

We’ve both made mistakes

Hope

Loss

Love

You always

Counting lights in the clouds

Stitching stories from old men tales

Once upon a midnight sleep

Like other people I want to dream