Where to begin
so many years gone
since I tuned in
and sang a sad song
I dreamed
and couldn’t dream if it was a dream
I blinked and
couldn’t find the edge of the stream
all the temponauts
wondering what to remember
A hard July
or an amazing December
to our future pioneers
these further memories of youth
the taste of clover
a weekend in Duluth
3 hours on an airplane
3 years in a house
12 nights of the ice storm
12 years quiet as a mouse
You can read an explanation of the origin of these lyrics here
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