It's stayed stuck in my eyes,
The vision of you walking home
As the old school buses, sluggish
And scattered yellow passed
You by on the infinite road.
I wasn't following you, I smile.
You don't know how crystal clear
I remember you.
From the bottom of my soul
A fresh evocative scent forms,
One I can see ,touch, and hear,
I could smell it even today,
I take it with me everyday
Under the maddened carousel
Of this life.
I am the same wild guy
Who brought you to his side years ago,
In those moments we are forever.
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 1:48 PM UTC
It's stayed stuck in my eyes,
The vision of you walking home
As the old school buses, sluggish
And scattered yellow passed
You by on the infinite road.
I wasn't following you, I smile.
You don't know how crystal clear
I remember you.
From the bottom of my soul
A fresh evocative scent forms,
One I can see ,touch, and hear,
I could smell it even today,
I take it with me everyday
Under the maddened carousel
Of this life.
I am the same wild guy
Who brought you to his side years ago,
In those moments we are forever.
