Real Life Version

Love, spread out like seeds

Somebody walked away from landscape poverty

I came to find you

I came to see the beauty underway

That bloomed love, energy

And it turns around like you

And it turns around like me

Into something new

But the only thing I see



I see you, I see you

I see you, always struggling

To find some gentle song

Some mode of simple trust

and ways to understand

These reaching orchards

Of broken fame

Grown deep inside of us

By forced and troubled hands



I see you, I see you

I see you, always struggling

I see you, I see you

I see you, always struggling



To find the sun

Reaching down through shadowed brush (?)

Breaking off the bitter branch

Twisted roots like tans (?)

Dreams of all these spotlit kings (?)

Drinking up the light

Like California redwoods

Splitting up the night



And it turns around like you

And it turns around like me

All the talking we could do

Oh if only we could be

A real life version of you

A real life version of you

And a real life version of me

A real life version of me



I see you, I see you

I see you, always struggling

I see you, I see you

I see you, always struggling