State to State

Mustard-colored yarn Tied 'round my bag That I carry high Into the mountains Tie me around Your finger I'm fine I keep this yarn Tied up tight A bow on a pack Of letters you wrote A sigh, a song And some poems you know Benedictions heard Through every hall Echoing 'round In this old heart The way across the way from state to state This one that I keep close to me The brown and the green The way the colors seem After the spring and before wintertime I may lose you but these memories are mine A bookmark that moves From page to page Reminder of How you loved me in those days Is it moving through Can I carry you? However fragile Your heart may be The way across the way From state to state Now that you're far away from me The blue and the white Colorado's nice But it's a heck of a way from Tennessee If there's a way back there My eyes can't see