Dear Nora

Dear Nora there’s a lot that’s changed this year
I’m still thinking about swimming in Seattle
And when I got out I wasn’t even cold
My toe was sunk in the squishy ground below
In SF we were driving over bridges
We were singing to «I Heard It Through the Grapevine»
Cleo was tired, Harmony was hyper
We switched driving in the middle of the highway
Dear Nora there’s a lot that’s changed this year
I’m still thinking about swimming in Seattle