Steps
Less-traveled wanderings, speaking music
Wearing our worries like amulets of air
Won’t you sit in the blue shade awhile?
We’ll grow ours greener than that other-side
Picnic blanket checkered red and white
Grit our smiles through cold heartaches
As each acoustic string echoes thunder
Will you be patient with my foolish heart?
Two-stepping barefoot across...
Wearing our worries like amulets of air
Won’t you sit in the blue shade awhile?
We’ll grow ours greener than that other-side
Picnic blanket checkered red and white
Grit our smiles through cold heartaches
As each acoustic string echoes thunder
Will you be patient with my foolish heart?
Two-stepping barefoot across...