Howell

Early morning wake up
The sun's already shining
As we go out riding
On the trail

Drifting by The neighbours
Waving to the horses
Maneuver through the courses
On our way

We were talking
About our plans
Getting lost
We had time of our hands
Young-thing that you are

Passing the thirsty ditches
humming with insects
Brimming with thistles
And thorns

A mound of wooden shavings
Hint to what you're making
A thousand little figures
That you carved

Sometimes I feel that we're the same
I know in time your gonna change

How deep is the well
That you sprung forth?
How deep are the roots
That we trod upon?
How thick is the chain
That we forge through our lives?

I can
I can help you
You know I can, I can help you
I can help carry them for you
If you like