Lottery of dreams
Words and Music by Robert Griswold

If I won the lottery
this is what I'd do

buy some land on the country side
below the tide
can't be seen

Acquire a vessel to sail the world
the 7 seas

round and round the horn we go
rain and snow
on our way

and when its time to settle down
tear it down

build a house up piece by piece
a place to rest
clear my head

Carry a backpack out the door
a greenish moor

Walk for days and endless miles
Whistling winds and bristlecone smiles

Cutting canyon through the trees
sieged by leaves

In a world with constant change
The course erodes the same