Angel Pie
There’s angel pie in the oven
And everything is ok, it’s alright
The point at which the seasons pass each other on the way out, way in
‘A Confederate General From Big Sur’ sat in my lap like a happy cat
I can sleep and read at the same time
And day and night are just words
I can live in the hills with my simple thrills
Racing clouds into town, if I like
(Words – GA Johnson)