If the day brings you bedweather,
search to and fro.
For only the simplest pleasure
migrates the soul.
The captain may call your name,
but whether you go
is up in the air,
the ocean is open.
Take up the moonlight's function,
split the night in two,
glide like a silver smoke,
illuminate the truth
for an unsuspecting lovebird,
just frightened of the heart.
They'll take your hand
and take a stroll with you.
Meander like a mother's lullaby,
meet a seagull, take him for a ride.
When day brings you bedweather,
if the night makes you blue,
then mirror the sunlight's saunter,
the dusk will evade you.
If the day brings you bedweather,
drink up the mind.
Revel in the temperature,
waltz with the time.
If the day brings you bedweather,
leave the quilt askew,
and mind your reflection,
to share the bedweather with you.
credits
from The Arbor,
released July 21, 2014
Wyatt Smith - whistling
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