Those roller coasters of the high and low
The gentle tingle of what's still unknown
A butterfly flew in my belly flew and flew until it stopped
Winter's tightening up the rope.
I look around, all good and well upon my land,
but roller coasters casting shadows where I go and where I stand,
and if this tune familiar to you,
you who hear my song,
I Assure you I intend to go beyond,
I assure you I intend much more
Than to just hold on.
Another cigarette finding its way into my mouth,
forgive me father,
keeper of this house.
a poet needn't be all sad and dark and blue,
but roller coasters are a faithful crew.
The morning after,
heavy storms about to come,
spoons full of sugar pushes day time dreaming feeling numb,
walk the earth my child - come what may cause it will come -
Green seed green farm.