On the way back home...
How long did it seem?
3 days or 4? snow glazed all the trees
My mother held me... like a motorcycle, so warm...
We sang melody...
Campin out all night... slow moves in the light...
Of all the things that you've seen...
Was the motorcycle so warm you sang melody?
At that moment I'd know... just how close we could be
And though it always was mine... it always seemed new to me
10,000 colors in all... eyes like caves on my cheeks
To all the people i've loved... don't think poor of me
It wasn't till I woke up...
That I could hold down a joke or a job or a dream
But then all three are one in the same
And all then are one in the same
And all us are one in the same
