Bet you’re gonna rule the world one of these days
Wake up in the early mornin’ out in Santa Fe
It’s only been a year or so since you gone away
But we don’t seem to talk much like back in the day
Bet you’re gonna build yourselves a home
Workin’ young fingers to the bone
Oh ya, me oh well, I’m doin’ fine
Write a lot of words these days, not a lot of time
Spent a few days or so lost in the pines
Cool water, swimming feet, fruit from the vine
Truth is I think I found the one
Smooth soul and a whole lotta fun
Living by thе water treats us well
Thе sea has a whole lot to tell
How have your poems fared in your desert landscape?
Do you miss the eastern streams and the green pathways?
Or did you trade them in for the dry wind and the high mountains?
Restless feet have always been a word fountain
Do you write a lot about climate change?
I can’t get it off my mind these days
Trying to find a way to fit it on every page
Feels like there’s nothing else to say
It’s hard to find a friend like you in your early twenties
I meet a lot of folks these days there sure are plenty
But none of them feel the wind like you and I do
Chasing dreams and saving streams a drink or two
I hope that these words find you well
When I’ll see you again I can not tell
But give a lot of love to the world my friend
And I’ll do the same on my end
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