rolling rolling rolling
down a hill
along the edge
of the ocean
rolling rolling rolling
down a hill
along the edge
of the ocean
nothing like
scrape off
oooolllld
if you feel frompy
come and jomp me
womp womp
sometimes I rely on trickery to trickerme to do these
sometimes even music isn’t really anything at all
sometimes
even
I don’t write
so hard to know I’ll be gne
for a few days
who knows where the next owl flies
want to leap around and dance around and go around
this is it this is it
miss your wistful wish it’s like psshhhh
you turn towards the sound
around and around
I alone am in the zone
oh yah oh yah
everybody’s got their life goin
oh yeah oh ya
but me
making music for
no reason!
outer summer
back to no home home
back to unknown
wander and wander
why not call
i want to go back to just
whatever
being there,
man,
i guess?