all the way home

if i had a rocking chair

if i had a porch

a house with a porch to put that rocking chair on

were it real.

were they real.

Real like that day we spent in Amsterdam

watching bikes glide by on the street below

from the window of our cheap motel

broke out of the mold

shed our shell

feeling together, being together

feeling good, like we conquered the world

that's what i'd do the livelong day:

be in the chair

kick back

watch bike and rider glide on by

by and by

home by and by

with you

where we belong

where you belong
"among the wildflowers"

along the train tracks

clickety-clack, clickety-clack

collapse your ears

blow your hair back
clickety-clack, clickety-clack


it's where we are, and maybe where we want to be. plus or minus the train noises.