They are no longer the pull New you and song That remind me of those Long ago mentors professing Simple man like Skynyrd You there with Blue grassier Tones of truth, more humble, unperfected But also not refuting Complexities that have US right here View points point more like color shades Less like flags we wave Wood working, knots of gratitude Brothers with different mothers And this repeated mantra Of being Lucky. We will dance to Van Sing along on the drive Knowing attitude change When we arrive (When we begin)