one morning when the mist came down
i woke up early and i looked around
i started walkin' thinkin' only of you
up the hill and down the road
past the people that i barely know
round the bend to the run-off wash
i found a feather that a quail had lost
where are you goin' now my friend
are you going to see them on the mountain now
goin' to watch the circles take a bow
some people like to play out loud
to catch the wind then come slidin' down
you reach the bottom fallin' upside down
touch a hand and see the world turnin' circles
brushin' every curl back again
that special summer and those all night talks