Maya

Fire and evening light, won't make me read the news, save the long goodbye, escaping from that moan, they always sings Blues, in North or Southern tones, this village is my life, is always here to sooth, not lost on freeway nights, brings wisdom to my bones, accepts all I do, even to quietly atone, living here's a paradise, it brings a certain truth, celebrates an easy life, to shelter me at home, sticks to me like glue, far from being alone, cities are full of spite, life through locked windows, who needs super sight, to see who's fooling you?