Hey street lights on the way, we haven't sat down for a cup of coffee for a while. Need to light and float those lamps in water. For the moments when TIME likes to sit down and explain a thing or two. This too should pass and soon the dust on the road will become everything.
Hey haggard old rain, yes, need to pay your muddy pools a pale little paper boat. In return for the debt of drizzles when hope fluttered to fragile tunes.
Hey flowers which bloom all over the park in a frenzy, hey majestic grey mountains who knock on the train window, hey rainbow which condescends to land on a window wiper...there is a post card written and signed for you, left near the door. Just ask the wind to carry it to your way.