Chaparral

Stories unwritten, growing old Mountains of jewels Stowed away, blown away, growing old Boxes of tools Letters rewritten and never sent Fountains of truth Make the time, take the time, break the time Visit our youth Growing up, throwing up, pixie cups Ice cream cones too Ballrooms and houses of rock and roll Lost in the blue Backyards and highways and alleyways Alley mains too Live on when you start to sing along Old can be new