Biko

An open mind and highway drives
They coincide like railroad lines
The somber in those lost weekends
Love that's been, self image
To the wind they are going
With your fears they are blowing right away

Now we plead the fifth to innocence
And in winter we wear summer skin
Live in grinning jaws and smokers coughs
Morning talks, late night walks
Hear the cops? They are coming
Hurry now, let's outrun them my dear friend

Because it's now or never
Old road, please make it so much better
I need it

Now my soul's devout to sea and sound
And last night we fell in whiskey wells
Warm with delight, for freedom fights
And I'm enticed, quite obliged
To reside in the wonder
Of the birds', breeze, and busker's blissfulness

With the moonlight leading
Into the heart of the evening
That's freed it

I watch the shoreline breathing
As if the tide's a feeling
Assures your mind and being
What we are is a meaning
To believe in