there it is again
the tilting back of the head
the three-syllable laugh
like the father’s
a renaissance cowboy
without a ranch
see the lost horizon
in his eyes
the lonestar in the wood
sailing stones across the sand
there it is again
the tilting back of the head
the three-syllable laugh
like the father’s
a renaissance cowboy
without a ranch
see the lost horizon
in his eyes
the lonestar in the wood
sailing stones across the sand
A wild wester in a civilized land – mh clay