raise the roof
carbon leaf
that i might see the stars
to see things for what they are
trapped in the snare with too much dreaming to bear
i run this wide-open course
like the sagging spirit of an older horse
like the lids from my eyes
touch me again in my dreams till i feel
touch me again till i wake and it's real
the wisest advice to me that i didn't reach
but keep the key within reach
touch me again in my dreams till i feel
touch me again till i wake and it's real