It's all got to
do with the three,
it's the red gold green,
it's the leather boots black shirt jeans,
woke up in a daze,
wind spoke with sun rays,
shake the dreams,
make them clean.
I love to see under clouds,
big sky country looks so proud,
new gifts,
spirits lift,
moods are blind and focus shifts.
Remember the song?
Thought it was gone?
Wrong.
Being apart with heavy heart,
not sad, not glad, not mad,
just adrift.
Run around above the town,
look around,
you'll find the ground.