just like all the others,
trees grow in the desert
and wild dogs roam free
so come on go with me
and we might never look back
on our way to the land of green
and dig a hole to china
to see the wild flowers
on the other side.
like cotton in the wind
rolling like a sea of spirits
running to the water's edge.
gnarled branches reaching
towards an indifferent sky.
sand underfoot and gulls overhead
and a mushroom cloud on the horizon.
just like all the others
men walk on the moon
and wild women roam free
so come on go with me
and we might never look back
on our way to the land of green.
Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 9:57 PM UTC
just like all the others,
trees grow in the desert
and wild dogs roam free
so come on go with me
and we might never look back
on our way to the land of green
and dig a hole to china
to see the wild flowers
on the other side.
like cotton in the wind
rolling like a sea of spirits
running to the water's edge.
gnarled branches reaching
towards an indifferent sky.
sand underfoot and gulls overhead
and a mushroom cloud on the horizon.
just like all the others
men walk on the moon
and wild women roam free
so come on go with me
and we might never look back
on our way to the land of green.