Maine
I've been considering the state of Maine
Out of city walls, bridges, end gates
These streets, well, they get to me
Pavement and painted lines
Lights and times they direct me
But all I want is the midnight and lakeside
Watch the white owl
Night time flights
Don't need much
Just stars in my skies
Old quarry lakes
With their cold waters down, deep inside
Was a misty morning wake
Unseen sun in a slow rise
Watch the white owl
Night time flights
Don't need much
Just stars in my skies
Find an empty island
Seat yourself looking out
Our hands their raw from digging
Our hearts out of the ground
Watch the white owl
Night time flights
Don't need much
Just stars in my skies
Writer/s: Kendy Gable