Album: Toy Tugboats
I won't wait for Oregon.
This time I'll drive.
Hopefully the wind's blowin' in my favor,
bending all the trees with me,
scattering the seeds for every mile.
I'll get out and count them all.
One by one.
Even if I never find a prime, I know they are
deep inside the heart of everything
and all that grows.
It's looking like the earth is waking up
and now it's looking out
over all the many forms it's ever had to be.
I'm all on my own now.