In the canyons above time
I breathe through my heart
While drinking in red rhyme
But there’s a wind a whirling
There’s a storm a swirling
In the center of an unforgiven soul
Whisper me those wind songs
Tell me you love me then go on
To all four corners of the unknown
Poetry is for the living
For those who believe in forgiving
For the dead forgot the living
And so it goes
We are all just little starships
Little boats in little skin slips
Our journey is the only place to go
So write me a little wind song
About how flowers get along
Under blue skies and sunshine
And how we grow
Until the day we both die
Let’s not tell anymore lies
Then dancing under two suns
Shake our rounded little fun buns
Until the sky begins to cry black snow
And though we only live so long
We can always sing our own song
In the end were just a little movie show
Life and flowers and wind songs
Living while dying is a sing along
Come on and bring your fiddle
And your bow
