an outdoor man
can be found in
every city and every town

he has no home
he has no phone
he has no bills
he has plenty of time to kill

the outdoor man
he is living in the street

he has no place where to be
no he is not like you and me
as we rush here and there

as he sits and sits and sits
in his chair that he found somewhere

he places his chair in the road in the
entrance by the sea

the outdoor man he sits in
chair by the sea looking

not

like you or me

Quilts are
like a hug at the end
of the day when
you are tired and there
is nothing to say.

Just wrap it around
you,  sneak into bed
fluff up your pillow
and lay down your head

The feel of a quilt made
with love is just every
bit as good as a hug