I have seen the morning burning golden on the mountain in the skies; aching with the feeling of the freedom of an eagle when she flies; turning on the world the way she smiled upon my soul as I lay dying; healing as the collors in the sunshine and the shadows of her eyes;
Loving her was easier than anything I'll ever do again; coming close together with a feeling that I'd never known before in my time; she ain't ashamed to be a woman
or afraid to be a friend; I don't know the answer to the easy way she opened every door in my mind; but dreaming was as easy as believing it was never gonna end; loving her was easier than anything I'l never do again.
Walking in the morning to the feeling of her fingers on my skin; wiping out the traces of the people and the places that I've been; teaching me that yesterday was something that I never thought of trying; talking of tomorrow and the money