where it all has to start

she disappeared when I was 18
a lazy-summer memory
something more like a dream
a friend never more to be seen

she came back many years later
why, she didn't say
slipped my hand 'round her waist
and danced as my music played

always someone to come back to
always a place to call home
always a friend that's true
solid as the center stone
that's the pattern of the cosmos
played out in the heart
where it matters the most
where it all has to start

hangin out for a long while
could go till I die
always a new path to be climbing
never a question why

always someone to come back to
always a place to call home
always a friend that's true
solid as the center stone
that's the pattern of the cosmos
played out in the heart
where it matters the most
where it all has to start

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