Eight Months - Thea Gilmore

Indian Summer

Toronto sings

This is the gateway

To everything

Heading south down

The pan American

Lord give me eight months

Eight months

To get it done

Fortaleza

Would make you cry

Cold canyon sunrise

Russian vines

I’ll catch these days as

Londons' leaves fall

Lord give me eight months

Eight months

To see it all

Aurora Borealis

The Blue daystar

I’m chasing sunsets, cities and taillights

To get that far

Cut the sky to

Wellington

Then Sydney bathing

In blue neon

Karakorams to rest

In purple skies

Lord Give me eight months

Eight months

To open my eyes

Lord Give me eight months

Eight months

To open my eyes