Hello
Curb side seats
with my shadow to my feet.
Hello.
Paths seem to meet
where people greet and speak.
Hello
Why do I fight
when our eyes don’t meet quite right.
Hello
Curb side seats
with my shadow to my feet.
Hello.
Paths seem to meet
where people greet and speak.
Hello
Why do I fight
when our eyes don’t meet quite right.
Hello
Late night
early friday morning
the son’s gonna be here soon.
Cold september
seasons are changing
and dawn is running straight through.
Counting down the hours,
glory days fading and
maybe now change could do her good.
Words to late,
won’t make you stay
or give us tomorrow
or today.
our love has faded
away, it seems so strange
to have to let go
too soon
and it’s true
that I still miss you.
Swiftly opened eyes discover sound
Fog rolls under the door, she needs to get out.
But her screams have no sound,
The alarm yells to loud.
She opens the blinds.
She be waiting for the fire to set her free.
She’s been calling, God rescue me.
Leaving hell come at such high degrees
She’s been waiting for the fire to set her free.
Lacking something,
too much nothing,
a house with walls
and nothing in it.
Queazy stomach,
cigarette butts,
burnt up post cards
and I’m sill waiting.
Lonely as I sit
broke down off the highway.
Cars they sweep beside me,
on damp asphalt.
and I'm not sure where to go
I sit with the radio on.
& light a smoke.
Cause’ helplessness overwhelms us.
It’s out of my hands
I'm enclosed in a tin can
that ran bone dry.