New Age Lines

Golden sun on the rise, a new ache, a heavy breath Since my Great Aunt Lucy lost it in a dream In sleep -- by the morning, death I need a longer walk with green colored sidewalk chalk Golden song in my ear -- a whisper of tired souls And mason jar memories and dirty night gowns and faces covered by soil And I need a longer walk with green colored sidewalk chalk The lonely way lovers talk with shadows the whole block Just a year ago we were young, now we're old Just a year ago we were young, now we’re old Well, how could we know but be among stories told? When we left our home, we let those lines tell us where to go Reading maps and poems and open palms And maps and poems and open palms And maps and poems and open palms And maps and poems and open palms At Multnomah Falls again with no innocence left Just the age in the sound And the fear in my mind And the ache in my side I keep falling behind