I believe in thirty minutes there and thirty minutes back
I believe in winding roads
I believe the water tells us which way to go
I believe in the old white oaks who hide the stop-signs
I believe in the fog to make your dreams vivid
I believe in the devil’s backbone
I believe in the long row to hoe
I believe in the mimosa trees for a lick of paradise
I believe in all of the good ol’ dogs
I believe in the conflicted cat who makes a better dog
I believe in the 89-year-old gardener
I believe in finding the honey hole and never telling a soul