Doing nothing for days in the sun
Watching some colours fade
Doing nothing for nights in the rain
But watching these colours run
Memories of squawking, dockside salt air
Boats all clanking their ropes
Memories of fish fried up in paper
And summers stretch unaware
It all seems so easy from so far away
A time of ease and untroubled ways
I can't put my finger on the gaps in between
When the hard parts of living took seed
Riding a bicycle down these old hills
I can't remember getting up
Riding endlessly long after dark
Before checking accounts and bills
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Walking a mountain up in the sun
Stopping for lunch when we want
Walking a valley out in the rain
Heading back home from the hunt
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Doing nothing for days in the weeds
Watching these old colours bleed
