Still LIke You

My mind is a lake
Full of jumping catfish
Spilled-out oil
Loose country girls
Wakes from weird winds
Pee from wild babies
How can I still it
How I want to be
Still like you

My mind is a storm
Cataclysms and vacuums
Lightning and hail
Fronts warm against cold
Target of crossed air
I fly in their crosshairs
How can I still it
How I want to be
Still like you

My mind is on you
Serene in the dawn
Looking upon
A whitening screen
What have you seen
I can still see it
How can I still it
How I want to be
Still like you