As The Crow Flies

You've got stars over head

I've got a wind-chill

well below negative ten

I've got snow and I've got ice

I've got sun, I've got rain

I've got you all the same

I've got rain

I've got sun when it shines

I've got strings

and calloused fingers

a scratchy throat

a melody that lingers

I've got paper, I've got ink

I've got a bunch of notes I scribbled down

I think I can make a song somehow

And when I'm gray and blue

I've got pictures of you

And when I'm blue and gray

I've got clouds to chase away

You've got green ocean eyes

I've got dreams as the crow flies

I've got cold

I've got clean midwestern sunlight

I found peace in my heart

you burn like a fire in the dark

I've got heat, I've got embers

I've got sparks

The past is dead

but lives on through memory

A cloudy head

that is my history

And some of my friends

they love their misery

As the river bends

embrace uncertainty