The a.m. Train

Give me your dirt, deliver me your worries, I will wash them away. Let your thoughts roll through the lavender fields of Provonce, France. Over the hills, through the columns of fragrant bundles, down and back, left to right, lefttt to rightttt slowerr and slowerrrrr rocking until the mental spin cycle has settled and then stopped. Give me your dirt, deliver me your worries, I will wash them away.