stars are green
they hang from trees
though a chill runs
through the windy city
i hear the banjo strum
and a grin it strums
high voices and high hearts
colorful things in stranger's arms
that grow from the ground
there's no alarm
sweet tastes
fresh air
my eyes are aglow
and we lay on the earth
where no one else knows
and i hope you can see
deep within me
dive beneath the waves
of brown and green
beneath the lashes
beneath the sting
the sun really does shine
with these stains on pants gray
i just want to say
i just want to say
