Behind the wheel against the road next to you
The coast
The thought within my mind
Is how to stay within these lines
But still be
Beneath the ground, the giants sleep
And maybe we're just in their dreams
The sun with every turn
Above the ground the oak trees burn
And then we foray
And for this conversation
by the stars
A pocket knife, an old guitar
A coffee cup, a deck of cards
Quote it, quote it, dashboard feet
The flashlight, children by the stream
A of books, a of rocks
One for the birds, one for the knots
That I will learn how to tie
Around this day to keep my life
From slidin' away
From this conversation
by the stars
A little wood to keep it burning
by it all
The first to wake will stoke the coals
The morning river rose
The last one in, the swing will break
Stones will stack, the kids will make
Those lines
Rocks are boxing by the creek
Again, the lines begin to speak
Words are
Smoke signals that will lead us into the light
Into it all
And always
Always conversation
by the stars
A little wood to keep it burning
by it all
And always