Were I to wear cowgirl boots on New Year’s Eve’
Would they walk me to your shine?
Were you to spin 70’s tunes on your record player
Would your dancin’ feet meet mine?
What did you wish for on your birthday without me
A shared path for us to find?
What I begged of the Ghost of Christmas Past
A machine to turn back time….
Happy birthday
On this eve
America, lovely and tall
You will always be my Home
You are what delights me so
America, tho’ gone astray
I believe in you
I ask of you
America, make things right
Capricorn stranger
Midnight hustler
Your blue-grey aura found me
Incense matches
A birthday dance
Apple fuckin’ pie
Still await you
Here at 3am
I have these four arms
They’re currently valued at
One million dollars

NOW COMES my birthday
Happy I am, as a clam
In crystal waters
Commemorative colors
Spinning, lighting up night’s sky
Birthday candles, Birthday candles
Bringing tears to eyes
All-Stars, will you teach us
What teamwork is all about
While we wander in the mountains,
Reflecting lakes up in the clouds
We move just a touch slower
Its the heat -we don’t ask why
Time to take off shirts
After all, this is July