John Gorka Cypress Trees
I've been high and mighty low and scared
About all the how's it going
And though not exactly unaware
It's a family we're growing
I have watched her body changing shape
The new eating, craving patterns
It seems everything is turning round
Including what it is that matters
Everything I see is getting real concrete
No poetical reflections
But I feel lucky walking down this street
In this ancient new direction
Hmmm Hmmm...
Time to be responsible
The food and clothes and shelter
Does it shock the system of your solo world
When introspection is no helper
Everything I see...
Chorus:
Maybe we will grow together
Like cypress trees in summer
Standing close and tall
Green fingers in a row
Maybe we will grow together
Like cypress trees
Repeat chorus
Maybe we will grow together
Like cypress trees
