Maryanne do you remember
The tree by the river
When we were seventeen?

The Dark canjon wall
The call an the answer
And the mare in the pasture
pitch black and baring its teeth

I recall the sun in our faces
Stuck and leaning on graces
And being strangers to change

The radio and the bones we found frozen
All the thorns and the roses
beneath your window pane

now I’m asleep in a car
i mean the world
to a potty mouthed girl
and a pretty pair of blue eyed birds

“Time is kind or unkind”
you liked to say
but I wonder to who
what it’s you are saying today

Maryanne do you remember
The tree by the river
When we were seventeen?

The Dark canjon road
I was coy in the half moon
Happy just to be with you
And you were happy for me