If there is somebody
I'd be calling.
when the ego is down,
as always when I am falling.

when the music is on rest,
and the marching band is on mute;
the art is still waiting,
you know I would call you

this spirit will follow you;
wherever you will be,
This love will guard you;
and set your soul free.

hoping to see you dwell
in my sight and mystic daydreams,
until the night turns to morning,
as we hit the road and smell some beans.

A splendid heart you've showed
this joy that is very much attached,
that awkward morning,
around this butterscotch

Without a eye,
you can see me way behind;
uplifting my mantra,
you free me from this daily grind.