storm risin'
yellow sun, dawn
of the horizon
he likes to drive
the curved roads,
I like to ride
all night

jazz, blues,
magnetic muse
by my side

is this
heaven

he likes to drive
the curved roads,
I ride all night

Yesterday, I dreamt
of you in the dawn
of my heart, beating
vermillion red, my hands
shaking and cold.

Today, I dream of me
my mind clear, and open
as I wash the past
from my body,
and seek the day
in all it's beauty

A revolution
is comin'
over the peak,
through the valley of truth
we stand tall,
firm, and heavenly
in our youth
a revolution is a
comin'
stand tall and near,
for when you
beck and call,
I'll be right here
there's a new age comin
I see it through my
rear view mirror,
when the white horses
ride through the storm,
I'll be right here
arms open, ready to steer

Wading in the water
until my lips turn blue,
my days are spent
dreaming of you

My fingers shrivel,
my eyes are weary
sea salt strips my hair
of color, I'm turning darker
waiting for you
hoping you bloom

Wind blows recklessly
wild, sun kissed hair
my dreams die in the summer air