the air one breaths
it smells of wet dirt
my dog sleeps at my feet
he takes care of my home
time (ie. "test of time") one stands here
my love is at the point of return
the time stops here
here i find peace
ohh, ahh
the curves of the highway
invite me to travel
there is so much to remember
so much to know
the map itself becomes small
my soul asks for more
my love arrives on the tortoise
he will teach it to me
It will teach me the voice of the sea
it will teach me not to cry
it will teach me to recognize
that there are pains
that teach one to grow
it will teach me to see his eyes
even though he isn't present