Behind the wheel against the road

Next to you is central coast

The central thought within my mindIs how to stay within these lines, but still be free

Beneath the ground the giants sleep

And maybe we′re just in their dreams

The setting sun with every turn

Above the ground the oak trees burn

And they wheep, for rain

And for this endless conversation

Instigated by the stars

A pocket knife and no guitar

Coffee cup, a deck of cars

Corre corre dashboard feet

Flashlight children by the stream

A box of books

A book of rocks

One for the birds

One for the knots

The owl will learn how to turn around this day to keep my life

From sliding away

From this endless conversation

Instigated by the stars

A little word to keep it burning

Fascinated by it all

The first awake will stoke the coals

The early morning river roads

The last one in the swing will break

Stones will stack the kids will make, those lines

Rocks and boxes by the creek and the lies

Began to speak

Words are broken smoke signals will leads us into the light

Into it all and

Always endless conversations

Implicated by the stars

A little world to keep it burning

Fascinated by it all