90 down I-5
Early morning rain
Changing tides

Once red, the hills rust
Miles and miles
Of orchards and dust

My Mind is on
c memory of
Lilac and gin

Carried
Through time on
The wings of the wind

Black as
Obsidian
Lilac and gin

Like longing and danger
You and I are nowhere
Near strangers

Twisted around fig trees
Ropes and twigs
Of lost memories

My mind is on
The memory of
Honey and dirt

Crumbling before me
Handfuls of earth
No gold could be worth

This honey and dirt
Hard not to choke on the billowing smoke from the love I throw on the fire
It's warmth in my lungs and it burns like the sun and that's all that my breaking requires
Hard not to laugh at the aftermath

Truth like confetti in the air
c little on your cheek and in your hair
c little bit more temperance

Than you or I could bare