Number Twenty Eight, July 12th, 2012


Luke dances to the sound of guitars
Face in the sky and free in the sound
Under the aspen the sun finds his face
And the harmony holds him, moves him 'round
As the music plays

Sometimes I feel out of key myself
Voices and noises are harsh to me
Rhythms and rhymes seem to hide away
And I trip on the trying of all I can't be
Stil that music plays

So Luke, I will listen and I will move
To the vibrations of the world I find
You're what I see when I close my eyes
With the sun on your face as you're moving in time
Where the music plays