Little spores above your head
Say you can rest
Settle down on the bed
Moving through our chest
Fireflies in the yard
Distant glistening stars
Safe in a blanket of heat
In these July weeks
Running through the streets
On our bare feet
Looking up at the trees
Branches and tumbleweeds
Finally finding sleep
On a train to the big city
On a train to the big city
You were with me and we were happy