AS I CAME OF AGE
Sorting through my things
See what I can find
Picking through the past
See what's left behind.
Multi colored sweaters
That moths have eaten holes
A paire of breaded mocassins with worn out soles.
Boots were made for walking
Winds were blowing change
Boys fall in the jungle
As I came of age.
Black and white T.V.
With a broken 12 -inch screen
Dylan's Highway 61
And Jackie's love machine.
I reread your letters and again
I cry great tears,
Light comes to the surface
Even after all these years.
Sorting through my things
See what I can find
Picking through the past
See what's left behind.
Multi colored sweaters
That moths have eaten holes
A paire of breaded mocassins with worn out soles.
Boots were made for walking
Winds were blowing change
Boys fall in the jungle
As I came of age.
Black and white T.V.
With a broken 12 -inch screen
Dylan's Highway 61
And Jackie's love machine.
I reread your letters and again
I cry great tears,
Light comes to the surface
Even after all these years.
