Green Ink Pen

I'm going back
To those sweaty Arizona days
When I wrote the words down from my favorite songs
In pencil on my books from school

I'm going back
To those mornings in the desert sun
When I wondered how far I could run
If I ever got the nerve
I'm going back
To those thunder storming nights
Shoulders hanging outside my windowsill
Hair soaked but I was fine
I do this sort of thing all the time

Highlighting in a magazine
On what I promise is my last flight of the year
Are the words I've been looking for
Bleeding from my memory
They were written all along.