Your Face

I keep looking for your face in the morning sun
coming 'round a corner bend , it's that time of year again
when you should appear like apples, red and clear
between the green and my missing you
it's a melancholy time, it's a scent that's been refined
it's the air as sharp as waking

I have seen your lions mane shaking untamed without you
and your clothes laze on other shoulders and legs
but they don't move like you used to
they're just misfits in your place
looks like troubles in the waiting
I keep looking for your light
there's no yellow in sight, a lifeless painting

I keep looking for your face, I keep looking for your face

I keep looking for your face in the morning sun
coming 'round a corner bend , it's that time of year again
I keep looking for your face, I keep looking for your face

Ride back