Columbia River - Lomelda

Everybody tries to make me dance but I just want to sit still

And stare right at you with my strongest gaze.

It’s an innocent youthful thrill

And hold your hand on my front porch swing when the summer night sends a chill

And dream of driving way up north though I know we’ll never get our fill

Everybody tries to fall in love but I just keep making friends

When I sort through the stars at night I’m looking for some kind of sign of the

end

If the sun won’t rise when the morning comes I’ll be ready 'cause I don’t depend

On those things like philosophy and the sunrise, moon tides, pursuit of

happiness

I find that I wish I was home

I find that I wish I was home

Singing songs that I (you) already know

Instead of always writing (singing) my own

And arranging the tones

In this city that reminds me I’m alone

I find that I wish I was yours

I find that I wish I was yours

And belonged to all the birds nesting on the porch

And all the trees along the river gorge

And every windswept metaphor —

All of yours until I am nothing more