Storm

I was sailing into the storm
When you warned me of the danger
And it’s hard to ignore
When you’ve been there before
But I really couldn’t remember
Many years and friends went by
And if I had to try
Recollect them all again
I would not change a thing

Frequently in my dreams
I can fly without even trying
When it happens again
I might see if I can find him
Down some cobbled lane
In a village in Spain
Squeezing through in his blue Range Rover
Big Fat Mama on his banjo and my guitar
I would not change a thing

Some do and others listen
From you I learned my lesson well
And even though we
Arrive and leave alone
I would not change a thing

Paradise Rd & Manly July 2017