And little chains of clover flowers and
I showed you how to make a maple seed
Finding a gentle soft spot
I said too much
You heard none of it.
Lucky for me.
Think I'll stay
my little cloud of groove.
You can keep the lessons, of course.
You can keep the sun dappled on my face
you can keep the pine needles
and the moss
I'll learn tahitian
and snatch up some wild onions to clear my head.
I guess I'm gonna stay