Bigfoot and Brush Fires

You’ll be arriving in three days soon
I know it’s inevitable
Missing you to death keeps my penmanship alive
Hoping that you’re alive
That you’ll survive the plane ride home

Leopard blankets keep us warm always
But tonight it’s different
The thoughts we create are one and the same
The thoughts we create are one and the same

If you’re conscious, you’re thinking of me
If you’re sleeping, you’re dreaming of what I sing
If you’re conscious, you’re thinking of me
If you’re sleeping, you’re dreaming of what I sing

Dreaming of our lives
Living our dream
Someday, we will breathe
That moisture-less air alone