MIST
We splashed in the creek and our clothing was soaking
You caught a chill and I thought we would freeze
So we warmed up each other our bodies cavorting
While the wind danced a waltz with our wet BVD’s
You caught a chill and I thought we would freeze
So we warmed up each other our bodies cavorting
While the wind danced a waltz with our wet BVD’s
The air was so rich it was making us dizzy
Like the smell of pine needles on the Oregon trail
Now it only remains in my landscape of memories
An image recalled through a soft misty veil
Like the smell of pine needles on the Oregon trail
Now it only remains in my landscape of memories
An image recalled through a soft misty veil