Calico

Walking down the boardwalk in  Calico 

Drifting on time waves like desert snow

Writing I Am a Piano in Calico 

Watching out for angels high and low

I don't know how we got to Calico 

Maybe from the moon or some star aglow

Sitting cross some table boards in Calico 

Talking about nothing and where to go

There were no ghosts in Calico 

'Til we left our souls there on ice and let life go

In the morning we'll go back to Calico 

And we'll sing with the moon everything we know

Walking down the boardwalk in  Calico 

Suffering such love that I don't know 

Walking down the boardwalk in Calico 

Suffering such love that I don't know