A Bit Old School

Sure he's a little old school
But at least he is honest
Talks in his slow pattern
Whispering to the sky and the leaves and stones

Don't you move around
Don't you change your pattern
Each little place you can call your own

Sings a gentle line all over saying
Honey, where'd you sleep last night?
Walks a little further down the road
Then stops to think about the words

Deciding he'd rather know
About a love at home
Each little place you can call your own

Love's the gentle lines of summer
With the grass gently laying down its seeds
Finds a way to see through the mighty weeds
Though dry times are coming more

And he sees a change just as good as a rest
And he sees a change just as good as a rest
Each little place you can call your own

Another --- across the creek and htrough the forest
And the song the bird sings in the morning
When he's not sure how the day will pass
Evening comes and we're still a-breathing
Each little place you can call your own
Each little place you can call your own