I like good simple things.
Like the way that tree's shade catches the corner of the front porch,
it makes me think of places I've never been.
Yeah, I like good simple things.
Like mornings when the bus brakes don't rise like trunk calls from a mechanical elephant to wake me.
Yes, good simple things,
like the way a summer dress lets a breeze off water act like a lover's hand as a woman walks around a lake.
Like that fraction of time that connects my eyes to theirs,
it means nothing to them, everything to me.
Good simple things keep me looking forward.
Because there is always more to see up there.
Don't be a mouse, be a lion
