OLD SOUL

High above the ocean... you weave golden stars... high above the sparrows... you rest my blackened sun... High above the desert... you watch forests grow... high above the railroad... you pause in borrowed time... High above the ocean... you weave golden stars... high above the sparrows... you rest my blackened sun... below the lagoon... you cry with the ghost... high above your spirit... lives, they multiply and fly... above the desert... you watch forests grow... high above the railroad... you pause in borrowed time.