You know I woke up this mornin'
and turned my face to the sun
thoughts started comin'
of all the things I'd left undone

Maybe it's another day when
I will continue to run away
from myself and you

Magic bears fill the air
looking for my Afghan shirt
to wear, the one where
people start to stare in wonder

Golden rings I've lost to time
folded wings that want to
unfurl and fly towards heavenly
spaces to a land filled with
friendly faces and bring
a chalice of wine to my lips

I close my eyes and start to sip

the apached kid