February's evening
Roses in hand
A greeting
The dampness of your eyes and
Sitting in my car
Constellations burned
Drive to the skyline
Blue eyes come to life
Hands held driving back
Pelican Point, home
Changes
Like leaves
No color attached
Hopes of green
Oh Winter, soon over
A new exchange, I believe
Drive to the skyline
Blue eyes come to life
Hands held driving back
Pelican Point, home