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)