Clouds billowing out
Soft like I’ve never seen
White linens on a Southern breeze
or coffee poured over too much cream
Crepe myrtle blossoms line the road
and wave to me as I drive home
I can't seem to curb my rusty smile
It hasn’t been here in a while
There’s something about aging
That brings me back to the little things
I forgot I’d hid them under my bed
and in my Heart and in my Head
White cranes in the sky,
and the changing of tides
Are all I can count on anymore
Sunshine on still water
Or the wild eyes of my mother
Are flares that light up the cool, dark of night
They promise me that we're alright,
and I’ll see you tomorrow
When nothing is tied to the ground
Some things get lost in the green sprouts abounding
But my old heart hangs there on our door
I'm still learning, Time is always going
Only faster, never slowing anymore
I swear it used to be so slow
