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So much, so little in a world so fast
Slow down like honey
Come home

Dawn lights the sky in no hurry
The tops of the evergreens bend, no worries
All of my purpose secured
Even if I do nothing but watch

Leaves blow on the wind
As autumn bleeds the trees again
Sleepy eyed and drifting
Descent begins
Fortune to find underground
Slowly life in the hills begins to stir

In back of the house an old dog sleeps
The wooden floorboard creaks
You in your stockings;
Wool and holes, where your feet
Touch the ground under you

Step into rhythm where breathing begins
You come to life when I see you again
You trip into the middle of the room
We dance
Your matted hair
Your squeaky voice

In back of the house
Through an old oak door
It’s rusted hinges bent
One dusty light bulb
Dim and cold
To illuminate
All that lies buried here

Step into nighttime where
Frequencies bend
Speaker cones flutter
As music ascends

You trip into the middle of the room
We dance
Your matted hair
Your squeaky voice

So much so little in a world so fast
Slow down like honey, come home

High in the heavens conferring
Stars light the night in no hurry
All of my reasoning blurred
While I do nothing but watch

Wide eyed as
Golden autumn tress begin to bend
Sleepy eyed and drifting
Descent begins
Clumsy and awkward I fall again
Slowly life in the hills begins to stir