Blankets

Time fades the pictures
 Fades the lines
 What is standard?
 What is right?
 I'll start the car up
 Your hand in mine
 We'll find an airwave
 To pass the time
 Too many miles
 Traveled without a sign
 Just the horizon line
 A blanket to warm, made of down
 A blanket of snow, covers the sound
 While you were sleeping, everything changed
 We remain the same
 A blanket of stars covers the ground
 One by one we all fell down
 Holding this image as long as it takes
 We've both made mistakes
 I should have reasoned with you long ago
 No objective of where to go
 No real solution
 More the same
 Medication
 Running through these veins
 Admiration
 Of a past that never changed
 Too many miles
 Traveled without a sign
 Just the horizon line
 A whisper of conscience in the air
 Do we stay quiet or do we care?
 Don't say you're sorry
 I know you're right
 Eyes closed tight and
 Arms stretched wide
 A blanket to warm, made of down
 The science of fiction
 The science of sound
 Holding this image as long as it takes
 We've both made mistakes
 Hope
 Loss
 Love
 You always
 Counting lights in the clouds
 Stitching stories from old men tales
 Once upon a midnight sleep
 Like other people I want to dream