it always seemed right

in a paisley painted VW bus
together we once rode
heading to the setting sun
carrying our lightest load
and you sat by my side
your hand on my heart
with a quick turn of the key
our adventures would start
for there are dreams out there
towards the rising sun and the stars
and we simply hoped to
make a few of them ours,
to mend torn bluejeans
washing the dirt off our face
to make it our spirit journey
at our own gentle pace
and sometimes the cold winds blew
as the chestnut trees swayed
we'd find a evening campsite
and eat the food we made
sitting by the lonesome lake
who knows? it might have been a mistake
but we were so damn young
i memorized all the country songs you ever sung
as the Tennessee mountains closed in
we kept sipping Uncle Sam's deep valley homemade gin
and the passing clouds dropped down low
with no plans for which way we should go
we'd check around, we'd check our maps
and it always seemed right
to try counting all the stars at night
some of them would sparkle
some of them went shooting!
we'd hear forest animals come alive
some wandering dogs barking, some old owls hooting
and a fast red fox gave you a surprise
when he stopped to look straight into your eyes
and smile
yes, it's been quite a while
and now we've grown old
the VW bus rusted out and finally got sold
but hell, we're still together
don't give a damn about any winter weather
still dreaming
still scheming
still making bonfires down by the lake
still trying to stay awake
listening to the mysterious winds
and it always seemed right
to try counting all the stars at night
some of them would sparkle
some of them went shooting!
we'd hear forest animals come alive
some wandering dogs barking, some old owls hooting
and a fast red fox gave you a surprise
when he stopped to look straight into your eyes
and smile
yes, it's been quite a while.