Little Angels

Out of a raincoat Under a blanket Is Seattle slowly drowning me in mist? One wonders why we Wait for the summer Send me somewhere with photosynthesis Little angels running round their rooms Don't care about the sun or moon They only need a place to call their home Little children smile and puddle jump They catch the rain upon their tongue A sunny sky might dry up their smile I suppose they're right No, I know they're right We lose perspective Out on the highway As we're charging ever farther from our youth One poet wrote it"I was so much older Then, I'm younger than that now" Little angels running round their rooms Don't care about the sun or moon They only need a place to call their home Little children smile and puddle jump They catch the rain upon their tongue A sunny sky might dry up their smile I suppose they're right No, I know they're right I suppose they're right No, I know they're right