Testo What I've Been Kicking Around

Some of your honey in my hand
And a silver dollar in my shoe
Time has never been so kind

The naked spring
The weightless songs
And the memories of being young
And the breath of getting out
And days wanting to stay
Within, without
Keep my green eyes open
For what I've been kicking around

I open up the windows now
Let the wind right through my country home
Let my notes just fly around

Then get some rest upon the lawn
Where so many years of leaves did fall
Like a bed of all what’s been

And days wanting to stay Within, without
Keep my green eyes open for
What I've been kicking around

I leave at night before the dreams are in
Can't lay and wait for their unraveling
I need my manners, not my weary soul
And there’s so much kindness in the world

Some of your honey in my hand
And a silver dollar in my shoe
Time had never been so bold

I cut my losses, leave the ground
Feel a hum in every wheel I turn
And the breath of getting out

And days wanting to stay
Within, without
Keep my green eyes open for
What I've been kicking around