When I go home,
I want it to be a place
Where I'll hear Papa say,
Yeah, Spike,
You can hug me as long as you want

I remember you,
Gram-ma
I remember your calm
Even as you grew old,
Even with death in plain view,
You were Gram-ma
Relaxed, steady,
A pleasure to be around

I love you, Gram-ma
And I want a woman
Just like you
To call my own

I see the lightning scatter across the sky,
Electric fingers stretching out,
The perfect display;
Just what I was looking for

And I wonder,
Is there someone in control?
Is it you,
Or me,
Or no one I'd think at all,
Pulling the levers,
Creating this display
with a goal:
To paint feeling
in this heart;
to bring life
to this heart

Someday,
I'll retire where it rains and storms,
and I'll sit out on the back porch
with the girl I love
and watch the lightning strike,
and we'll find out
how powerless we are,
and how beautiful it is to see
the silhouette
of a mountain tree

For now, I'd rather imagine
and write about that day,
even as electricity
lights the sky before me

I long for you, my beauty,
The one who will put
the rest of creation
in its place

Designers illustrate
and put words I don't want to say
Why don't you just create motion
and emotion;
feeling through colors
and shapes,
all unrecognizable,
except inside me

As tears fill the corners of my eyes,
I realize I'm having experiences now
That my girl will never compare to
How could you compete with nostalgia?

Kicking it with my brothers
We partied all night long
Danced
Drank
Just did whatever we wanted
And we're listening to this mix
At home
Nodding our heads
And this is the best dancing
Of the night