Come grab your chair I'm over here These days we write won't disappear

We sit to watch the stories grow

I've traveled your stories You rest in my poems We share the shade of leaning, home

We sit to watch the stories grow

When you're the leaves and I'm the stem, we root together and wait for Spring

We sit to watch the stories grow

And next year's harvest starts with this year's seeds We gather our words on this fragile belief

We sit to watch the stories grow