In Baxter State Park - click to enlarge Photo: State of Maine, Dept. of Conservation |
when the sun comes up and burns off the haze.
When the wind dies down and things are quiet,
and my mind stops racing like it's in a riot.
Someday when my vision becomes more clear,
and I can see things not only far but near.
Yeah, I'm going for a walk one of these day,
when I win the lottery, or learn not to play.
It might be today, maybe after seven,
when the sun comes up, it'll be just like heaven.
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