Swerving the sweet mountain road
Sun high in your mirror shaded eyes
You suddenly hear music
A minor key in your ears
Blues jumping up like grasshoppers
Into your quiet mind
So you slow and pull over
In a meadow filled
With black eyed susans
And try to train your brain
On some little things
Her lisp when excited
The bright flash of her words
Early on an autumn morning
Yes some little things
Like lines from old songs
Playing through your head
In a field full of nothing
Beside a mountain road
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