Brassy Sun - S. Carey

Wide open, you

Tiny on a rock ledge

Feet dangled

In the brassy sun

Where have I been?

Where have I been?

Where have I been?

In a drug daze

In that sun gaze

In that glossy haze

And do I know you?

Do I even know you?

In that photo fright of you

Where have I been?

Where have I been?

Where have I been?