Amber

Amber your eyes prepare me for the trifles of old age You're always with me Do you feel the same way? What kind of monument to love dreams of love? When we drive out through all the old towns You say, "The rusty old paddock bombs are paddock bombs because the love is on the inside of the houses." Nothing ever happens here but it will Reach, Amber, you gotta reach You gotta reach like the whale in the seaside mural Amber when you're young you say, "It is what it is." But when you're big it means something different You see a family of silos on a ridge A little country house where they only sing songs about the city When I was young I saw a horse in the stream One day it looked at me and said, "Get a grip, dreamy, it's the twenty-first century!" Your days are warm like cookbook wisdom Try inheriting the family business!