The power lines
That sag
Like golden ropes
In a theatre line
We’re driving again
Down country roads
In a golden evening
A storm has uprooted
Maples
Stood their roots
Above the road
And everything's
At six and seven’s
In my topsy-turvy world
Except for you,
My Muse,
You take me places
I never knew
Down roads
I’d never go
Except for you
You stand my world
On its head
And make everything
New
And take me
Down roads
I’d never go
Except for you.