Morning light broke quietly
Interstate and sky
Thousand miles til LA
Seventeen, hungry and high
Hitching rides like suicides
24th July
Sunday mornings
In the air
I could hear the bells
Like a picture of a prayer
Everywhere
Like magic spells
25 and not a care
Everywhere the bells
And gone are the interstates
Gone are the bells
Gone to some other place
Gone are the days and the signs
The freeways and shrines and time
Gone, gone, gone are the bells
Gone are the stories that
Our mothers tell
You are the morning light and I...
Gentle whales with purple tails
Watercolor skies
Sailing ships with paper sails
Story lands
Are in your eyes
Swirling stars and starboard rails
Everyone is wise
And gone are the story lands
Gone are the whales
Gone are the stories and
Wind and the sails and the ships
The stars and the rails and skies
Gone, gone, gone are the whales
Gone are the lullabies
And mother's tales
You are the morning light and I...