North, south, east, west…
north, south, east, west…
north, south, east, west…
north, south, east, west…
And I wrote a song about the rhododendron
growing by the river.
And did you know that the rhododendron
resembles the mountain laurel?
And when the two get together,
they create a trifecta
with the dog hobble?
And for the hiker,
this is trouble.
‘Cause it’s a heath’s hell,
but how heavenly the smell,
you’re olfactory will be
on sensory overload.
North, south, east, west…
north, south, east, west…
north, south, east, west…
north, south, east, west…
And don’t awake me not just yet.
I haven’t seen today’s sunset.
And don’t awake me not just yet.
I haven’t seen today’s sunset.
And I wrote a song about the rhododendron
growing by the river.
But it wasn’t ’til June
’til I saw it in bloom
past the sand dunes of Neskowin.
Oh, Neskowin,
it was too cold to swim.
But we crossed Hawk’s Creek
with cold feet
to the top of Proposal Rock.
How we scrambled
as we ambled
until we reached the top.
And every now and then I fell,
so I stayed sandwiched in between
Tyler and Michelle.
And we watched the waves come in
as the waxing moon
did descend.
Shall we go to your studio
off of School House Road?
Listening to Teen Dreams in the Beach House,
in the bedroom,
but on the couch?
An hour goes by
and somehow we’re together,
right now.
How I felt rejected,
but you corrected that for me,
somehow.
By saying, “This is all for you,”
but when I asked you why,
there was no reply.
But before I had to leave,
you looked me in the eyes
and mentioned synchronicity.
All of the things we try to remember,
and all of the things we then try to render.
Of all of the things we’ve gone through
and even did forget.
North, south, east, west…
north, south, east, west…
Whatever direction you choose,
how I hope for you the best.