Out through the foggy window there just to see the eyes of my future children looking back at me back through the foggy window on and on miles pass years turn over on and on there from that rolled down window ponies run free cradled protectively there in the greenery somewhere I keep this picture on and on miles pass years turn over on and on for all the roads we’ve travelled and all the bridges burned I was thinking out loud the ways of the world that all seem so constant how few of the lessons we really have learned. out through the foggy window frozen in frame capturing passing pictures life’s lastrefrain, memories ashes scatter on and on miles pass years turn over on and on.