Always

Lying on the fairway 10 days before I'm 16
My watch says 12 the sky speaks colors
On the blanket where we sleep
The stars above are looking down at you
And you looking at me
And on the grass collecting moisture
Lies your soft, blue jeans

Photograph on photograph
The lens fixed on your eyes
And after 4 or maybe 5 o’clock
A light on the horizon
Strikes your hair against my head
And on my neck your lips do lie
Above the green, above the trees
Amidst the birds we will fly
She’s Always on my mind
She’s Always on my mind
She’s Always on my mind
She’s always on my mind

Temperpedic acrobat
The warmth of your ballet
Across my body there’s nobody
That Id rather have to stay
With such soft sounds we meditate
And feel or bodies intertwine
To say the least, to say with ease
I feel alive tonight

She’s always on my mind
She’s always on my mind
She’s always on my mind
She’s always on my mind