Always trying to find that place,
that palace of cool:
it’s a breeze light meadow
with quail scratching in the hedge,
low sun fading behind the clouds,
apple cider and brie,
and yeah, there’s a she,
perfect smile, no grace,
but there she is nonetheless,
by my side nonetheless,
by my side on this day.
And I get that funny Angel
tapping sensation,
the one that says this ain’t all there is.
And I know,
I just know this is a moment,
the pure kind,
the kind remembered.
