The Dusty Road

Amphetamine queen, with a touch of pristine,

if we are young then we must be living,

if it is sung then we must be giving,

a piece of the sun to each verse and every lyric

and it must be loud for all to hear it.

Dusty roads and blistered feet,

bicycle tires and summer heat

we'll never give it away.

As gravity pulls us deeper into the fray

and we realize there's not just black and white,

but a world of grey. 

Grow old with me, or never grow at all,

tumbling through the streets, 

soccer cleats and yellow leaves, summer,

spring, winter, and fall, were just trying to

learn how to handle them all.

And as our beloved island sinks into the sea,

I'll make sure its still me with you, and you with me.

Tumbling through streets and coral reefs,

make a wish on a starfish, until we stand so tall,

there's nothing to stop us for miles.

Grow old with me, or never grow at all.