Another washout, brakelights showing Probably gonna slow down, no way of knowing Let's hear the outline I see where it's going I know where it came from
I wrote it out in stones where the road divides. I walked you home and the path was high. Believe me, believer! I've seen your run, And I'll raze
Ask her when you're upstairs later on With her eyes bowing down and her last light gone You looked up to her window from the backyard dusk, Hired
Come on I?d love to talk to you out side In the open air, some where To take it, too, and watch it go Any where, in here You never know And I don
I wrote it out in stones where the road divides I walked you home and the path was high Believe me, believer I've seen your run And I'm gonna raze your
Oh, where you lay Your head tonight I'll roll away alone And close on down Take up your ring And fly back out And we'll pretend Forget we're dead Yeah
Come on, I?d love to talk to you out side in the open air Some where to take it, too and watch it go Any where, in here you never know And I don?t mean
It?s a bruised and a fallen sky Pressed all up against us And it?s just as true, so far away But I can be there by breakfast I just drive on through
Another washout, brake lights showing Probably gonna slow down, no way of knowing Let's hear the outline, I see where it's going I know where it came
Though, I may be miles away from her With years that pass without a word I've never seen a moon so high Her name hangs down from there, tonight So, put
Underspent and too young, too I stumbled onto a, a picture of you You wild bitter tale, all cherry oak and tears As the branches looked in The summer
Once upon a blue thing or two Eyes in sight, the moon confused We heard the sparks fly and we watched their lies Some died in retreat, some in jealousy
Ask her when you're upstairs later on With her eyes bowing down and her last light gone You looked up to her window from the backyard dusk Hired as a
Tough is as she does Won?t you slump on over and stir my shuffle down? For once, devotion is enough But the walk you whittle, another dream, another drink