Silver bridge that slides along the crystal blue ocean,
Take me back when I was a born to run man.
Squeezing the sun and quenching a thirst for adventure,
I never thought afterwards, I would go nowhere and retire.
Country blues, spurs, snakes in sand,
Take me back when I could understand.
And buck up, giddyup on the wild horse with my friends,
I ended up home with my eyes dragging on ends.
Dusty, zest, clumpy plateaus and mounds of martian dirt,
Take me back when I couldn’t get hurt.
Boxing life in Arizona, winning round after round,
But then I slipped, lost focus, and fell flat on the ground.
The white ocean, the ivory beach,
Take me back when palm trees were within an arm’s reach.
And I felt at home for the first time ever.
Where am I now, in space forever.