I stayed up all night
painting away.
I look up to see the first light
and since the painting's in honor of him
I take up the helmet and strap it on tight
mount noble Judy, the mountain bike.
I love the way pink dances, stains the sky
around the sun.
I love the way the air is cool
night's breath still whispering goodbye.
I love this mountainous affair
the way he makes me try.
I pedal past the ponies,
past trailer parks up to the mesa
to the view I love the most
Mountains, I will keep you.
This is all your fault, my friend.
Boy of mine, I'll keep you.
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