Big Sur

Behind the wheel against the road next to you The central coast The central thought within my mind Is how to stay within these lines But still be free Beneath the ground, the giants sleep And maybe we're just in their dreams The setting sun with every turn Above the ground the oak trees burn And then we foray And for this endless conversation Instigated by the stars A pocket knife, an old guitar A coffee cup, a deck of cards Quote it, quote it, dashboard feet The flashlight, children by the stream A box of books, a book of rocks One for the birds, one for the knots That I will learn how to tie Around this day to keep my life From slidin' away From this endless conversation Instigated by the stars A little wood to keep it burning Fascinated by it all The first to wake will stoke the coals The early morning river rose The last one in, the swing will break Stones will stack, the kids will make Those lines Rocks are boxing by the creek Again, the lines begin to speak Words are broken Smoke signals that will lead us into the light Into it all And always Always endless conversation Implicated by the stars A little wood to keep it burning Fascinated by it all And always