If I could be true
If I could be the bluest blue and still be the truest true
I could live in the middle somewhere
where sea water hazes with horizon line
there is where I could be
I could sleep on hot desert sandstone
Could melt with the silver wax of sage brush
and tickle my insides with tough cactus
Could twirl inside of the tumbleweeds
rolling across highways of memories
To where the greens and the blues become Earthen hues
the truest of true
