Latin Playboys Lagoon
Last night I hung a branch on the wall
To greet the new day
To send me on my way
Footsteps on still water
Come spirits of gone afternoons
Junes by lakes
Evening moons over tired wheelhouses
Boxcars and fields
Tallest wheat grasses and sloping hills
And cardboard slides
On Sunday drives with windows down
To warm breeze summer nights under backyard stars
Sleep beneath blankets and sticks
On the ground on garden grass
Where I play
Where I stay
Where a restless dream meets the water and fades away
Last night I hung a branch on the wall
To meet tomorrow
And send me through my day
Where a grey old dream meets the water and fades away