I'm so still growing moss on me Rust on one side, other's clean I learned to take in the sights Windy, tranquil, quiet night Roots kept firmly in the ground Falling branches, what a sound You carry my love in hand Movements past formed in the sand Kick up dust, don't breath in deep Rock you found for us to keep Carving lines for you to trace Fuzzy vision of your face Waving shadows greeting me All the friends I'll ever need Skyline transitioning hue Wandering mind stood still on you