| Suppose the world was not informed by real estate or power lines?
|
| The hidden river of my life, pursued by love
|
| The whispering stone, the valley ford, the candy corn, the spirit finds
|
| Abuse has left me on my side, a single stone
|
| I’m a walker, I’m a dreamer
|
| Treehouse greeter, Pentacostal preacher
|
| I’m a rocker, yeah I’m a schemer
|
| Compost preacher, pioneer believer
|
| A small betrayal, a simple thought to shrug it off, unoccupied
|
| The precious lake, the riverbed, the rising tide
|
| The sad surprise, the day of flags, the flooding fox, the clever chime
|
| Awake my soul, awake my heart and you will find
|
| I’m a walker, I’m a drinker
|
| Safeway shopper, thunder egg reader
|
| I’m a biker, yeah, I’m a beaver
|
| Web-foot walker, trailblazing fever
|
| I’m a lover, yeah, I’m a reaper
|
| Subaru driver, satellite receiver
|
| I’m a trucker, yeah, I’m a chaser
|
| Pig-n-Ford rider, I’m a Nike racer
|
| Gloria in ex-Canemah
|
| Gloria in ex-Canemah |