Growing Up in Barstow


When the shade fell on the cool breath of endless time
When forever felt like it would always be mine
When the trees growing there would always be
And the rain shouted out "Look at me"
When sun so hot you could hardly breathe
But an ocean of sand is all you see

The sound of a train rolling by on a distant rail
The clouds creep by pretending to be still
When leaving is wrong but staying isn't right
The day slowly creeps back into the night
And as the dawn waits it's turn to become another day
The mystery of the wind dictates the spirit of this game....

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