Letras:
Buckner Richard

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

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

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

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

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

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

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