Miniaturette
Where were you when we began, this silly magic ride
I fell in love and fell out slowly, I think I ought of died.
I saw the end in close up fashion, it came on like the night.
I never saw an Indian that passed on peace or pipe.
Roll down your window Johnny, smell the sea salt air.
In the back, sit down, or we'll never make it there.
I smiled a smile once that truly changed the world
I remember it as if it was yesterday a collection of colored shells.
Oh, Oh, sing a song with lamplight, sing unto the stone
No one knows if you've gone the last stretch, that is unless you've told.
No one will ever know though, nor will they ever see.
What the miniaturette means to us, what it means to me.
Copyright © Keith Baker | Year Posted 2011
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