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