Rome is burning
I’m in a Serengeti jeep
Riding to a distant plain
I’m getting in too deep
Underneath the Milky Way
Where I found your face on fire
Thunder hit the open road
You took me even higher
Underneath an apple tree
Where you squeezed me to the core
New blood pounding in my head
I need to ask for more
Underneath a windblown sail
With salt spray on my face
A wave exploded in the night
Then gone without a trace
My daughter is the music
A drummer’s in her band
Lead singer at the microphone
It’s getting out of hand
And through it all you lifted me
Above the crowds we flew
Past shepherds resting in the dark
And everything we knew
Main throttle's fully open
Tearing winds are at my face
My driver's lost without control
I can’t maintain this pace
Rome is burning
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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Jessica in Madrid, Spring 2006

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