I flew
past fields and oak trees and stinging nettle
There was a badger or something too hard to see
the sun was setting and I could have sworn it was you
Or another version, another one acting out their plan
on a certain path
going somewhere
Although it did remind me of grassy summer nights
And the smell of roses we always stopped and smelled
although some lost it and we didn't know why
This time though I stopped to walk at the bottom of the hill
and when I looked up the sun was right between two trees
setting slowly retiring for the day
and the moon watched it without a word
Its seen it a million times
But I'm convinced the man never looks away
Because he knows its precious
like delicate steps, and babies breath
and cups of coffee made sweetly in the morning
I just think there should be place for all these things
so you can have somewhere to go to
and figure it all out
past fields and oak trees and stinging nettle
There was a badger or something too hard to see
the sun was setting and I could have sworn it was you
Or another version, another one acting out their plan
on a certain path
going somewhere
Although it did remind me of grassy summer nights
And the smell of roses we always stopped and smelled
although some lost it and we didn't know why
This time though I stopped to walk at the bottom of the hill
and when I looked up the sun was right between two trees
setting slowly retiring for the day
and the moon watched it without a word
Its seen it a million times
But I'm convinced the man never looks away
Because he knows its precious
like delicate steps, and babies breath
and cups of coffee made sweetly in the morning
I just think there should be place for all these things
so you can have somewhere to go to
and figure it all out