typewritten iris Lyrics

Watering an iris four

Generations old with my

Spit. Typewritten manuscript

Hundred and twenty years sitting

There is an old Cherokee mantra

That states, the old will show the new

How to be, but the new will never be the old

There is no such cherokee mantra

I made that up

Does it mean less to you now?

There is a man in his mid-twenties

That states, "the old will show the new

How to be, but the new will never be the old"