Been a longtime since.................I stole the passion

It doesn't matter where you sleep
it's where the first light finds you
she asked you to remember a song
but you only sang fragments of her melodies
from this, you woke with beard long and eyes weary
she asked, how can you fondle my lovely-sweet body
when you won't let go of what you've been holding
there is so little until you find nothing
and so much when you've fallen down
it doesn't matter where you sleep
as long as it's near to your heart
and it will find you closer than any lover
she asked you to remember a song
and you painted it on the canyon walls in a low rich voice
it echoed back and you forgot your own name