In the San Juans
In the valley
I crossed a border in between
I cut loose
I came clean
And I drank a cup of honesty
Pulsing waters
Bending streams
I let the winds envelop me
When the world was a boulder
Heavy on my shoulders
I'd remember flying
In circles and circles around
My childhood home
I remembered diving
In circles and circles around
My childhood home
And I crawled through a maze
In the desert of youth
In awe amazed at what I could do
When I took matters into
My own hands
And when silence
Turns into sound
Will this person be around?
Will you still be around?
Will you still be around?