on a single lane road,
i thought: what a beautiful day, what a beautiful day.
i can only see where the sun already shines.
i hear birds chirping--i thought i was singing.
i'm convinced the world spins slowly.
i'm convinced it's all just one beautiful life.
i hold the wrong hands but they still feel awfully warm.
i don't go fifteen miles farther than my house in any direction--my life's not boring.
alone, i feel pure bliss.
i see a pigeon and paint it. no one asks why.
i see a human and draw it. no one asks who.
i sing a song and cry. no one asks how.
i want to share my success with you.
i want to pull you and i from the navy blue depths where we thought we were irretrievable.
i want to be your ladder to the sky.
i want to give you docks in any ocean.
i want to give you more time, more innocence,
a whole half of a heart or a whole. everything.
no rivers dried up and all four seasons.
everything you like,
we lay on top of each other like beach towels.
i feel a cool breeze on the nape of my neck even though you're under me.
i need that.
what a beautiful day. i could never forget.
such sweet company, yet all by my lonesome.
warmest hands, most navy blues.
i can't think of the rest. i'm too close to home.
what a great road. what a good day.