Scott. Scott.

Freely Falling.

I'm walking on the field with mellow hunger in my bones.
And I'm gathering gold to give it all to you.

I recognize the taste of wooden coffee and hear the clashing of dishes as you pass by
in the car with the rainbow
tied to its wheels.

The tear sinks down below
and the salty air gets stuck in my hair.

Free Falling on the memory lane.
Free Falling to catch up with all the good moments.
Free Falling to remember.