Across a valley of tall cotton grass
There is a hillside where time doesn't pass
And down the hill from the trees we ran
Holding moments in our open hands
As we greeted the edge of town
Our eyes followed the ravine down
And from the trail we did stray
Spotting the portal tunnel that day
Messages from over the years stood, tall at both sides
We crept forward into the growing circle of light

A large bale of hay, a place to rest our backs
You showed me the trails in my palms
The things I'd done formed tiny tracks
Like the trails of stars, we drift with the breeze
Or thunderstorm air that blew through the trees
A blanket fort hot-air-balloon
Lifted by an ageless tune
The lullaby stories are sung by the full moon
Saying, "Try and rest your eyes, darling,
Morning will come soon"
So day broke and I held on tight to summertime
(For winter I cannot grasp)
Like the things you have with you
That you know will leave too fast

You can watch the sun move as it sets,
An orange stripe thinning,
But my how things get dizzy
When you notice that you're spinning