Crazy life, getting a lot of it these days
summer’s coming’, lovers too…its a fantasy done
in emotional pastels
Rose and I…drifted apart…
still some love in our eyes,
its easy…when we don’t hassle
how could I not love her…how?
New people, eyes and hands and time…
the sunlight and the plants…the music
these days that bear the passage of time…well
Ah, I’m dreamin’ away…some Siddartha…midway
down the midway of my dreams
passion and freight trains running all night.
Danny…Danny’s eyes growing up…we talk
I feel it, my bond to this boy, our flesh
and its OK…its good to be his father
time will walk me down sometime
to the end of these dream days
and unfold others for me to learn from.
but they’re all the same…mine
fly me now, self, into this song
chord days…ring me…and ring me well.
gallagher
18 may 78
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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