Heavenly Days
Adorn by miles and years
like paths carved in faces by tears
the sun in rear windows
and 60 while the wind blows
the serpent coils around these old fears
oh these feel like heavenly days
the home and the view will fade out
February is burning in the South
the stars are all diamonds
through red hills and green islands
the scene dances swift through her hair
oh these feel like heavenly days