Lost from Indian Summer by Tar & Flowers

Wake child, shake the stardust from your eyes.
How did you come, if you know not where you're going?
I've searched the morn and night where dreams pass away
To find what it was all for: the passing of night into day.

Go out, there is no direction.
Does the wind blow where you tell it to?
The lakes and shores can't tell you where to go.
So take your oars and dig where your desire blows.

Sleep comes to the proudest of the weary
As life does to the stillest of the dead.
So rest your head and try not to figure the weight and the cost -
To find your way starts with getting lost.

• Folk
• Rock
• blues
• country
• singer-songwriter
• Los Angeles