i feel the riverr rushing my cup bubbling, i thought of you , strawberry moon, living in the tall grass, , stretched out,,,,,,,, a child, a howlin wind, a thousand words tangeld in dalions den, ,i cant Bdone dreamingyour hair with flowers and fire, the man upstairs callin momma
baby bee flew away there. . leave me
while the water comes ..cover up, in the lighting cutting sky> oh when i die<
in the heat of the mud bleeding
before the sun
B the paint > draw out the poisn
when a town was acity wild eyed anyoung > i begun > > remeber her the ways s he was