Dreaming of Michigan again,
The visit was short
But the damage was immeasurable.

The walk wasn't long,
but it took forever cause
time that day was mutable.

Sky rockets all night
Silver trees burning bright
Caught up wondering if the flames would last until the dawn.

Apple Valley in the Spring
Smell of tea on everything
Wake me up when you hear the church bells ring.

Where are you now my friend?
I hope warm breezes
will you you my way every now and then.

Is it like a dream?
Or is it like a memory
of what's never been?

Walking barefoot on the grass,
Pass the jug, fill the glass.
Seem to me all my roads lead back to michigan.

Rough practice recording - couple of vocal clitches, but the first recording of the tune...