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)
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