Sorting through my things
See what I can find
Picking through the past
See what`s left behind

Multi-colored sweaters
That moths have eaten holes
A paire of breaded mocassins with worn out soles


Boots were made for walking 
Winds were blowing change
Boys fall in the jungle 
As I Came of Age


Black and white TV
With a broken 12 - inch screen
Dylan`s highway 61 
And Jackie`s love machine


I reread your letters and again 
I cry great tears
Light comes to the surface 
Even after all these years