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