Leaving the city
Where the underground stars neither twinkle or warm
To the North
To an old home and the past
It took a while for the trees to change
From the ground cover for a train track
To the cathedrals of my youth
Add time and the tress grow high
Add money and they leave on a truck
Replaced by less than innocent dirt roads
That change perspective and tear away
The pine fence that gave the courage to
Skinny dip in my father