Looking for my lost gypsy Queen
From fairy tales
I left dying upon sun-drenched ridges
In a time when summer still lasted
beyond the armed gates of Labor Day
and the radio played
long into starlit nights
with crickets playing backup
When a few years distant
this the hour I retire
I strained to break the bonds
set by possessions
To find a way back to this place
where shadows dance
and echoes fall
and rest on a river that still flows
The same waters
because it never stood still
Though years and miles passed between
Like I’ve never left