Misty Roses On A Stone

Wild geese fly ‘cross a grey October sky Twin Oaks in a foggy dawn we journeyed southward from Portland on I-5 Misty Roses on a Stone An old guitar in the backseat of a car muse and mem’ries here and gone we sang your songs yes they’re still alive Misty Roses on a Stone (BRIDGE) In the midst of that Greenwich Village scene crossing over the line mumbling stumbling hanging on to a dream slowly vanishing in time (INSTRUMENTAL) (BRIDGE) you left your soul and your poetry pressed in vinyl on a shelf robbed of your pride and your honesty no one could save you from yourself And so we bring this simple gift today after all you’re not alone fresh from a garden to the place where you lay Misty Roses on a Stone