Star-Gazed Nostalgia

Lets climb up that old tree, make the clouds disappear. Let’s climb up that old, lemon colored tree, make the rain clouds disappear. Rough wood, and a rickety ladder, White christmas lights trim the slumping roof over a few branches and we're crawling- through the doors of a star-gazing tree house full of nostalgia. Sounds of traffic, cross walk conversations Trotting past that old jazz bar, a mexican family arguing on the stoops, funny how an unknown language can still make sense on the inside. the mother gestures her son upstairs to sleep, But my world’s only waking. There’s a party up ahead. and there’s something ‘bout the nights’ breeze blowing off the cars and into the trees. its Got my heart singing about this new love I’ve found.