Song Of 27 Lyrics - Richard Buckner

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 your little hand away 

I've seen such needy days before 

On nights like this, my hope returns 

Though, I may be miles away from her 

A locket just for good luck 

A pocket knife for long nights 

And a sleepy little dreamer 

With still, miles to go 

27, take me home 

And pour that last year down my throat 

The days will fade and the nights will burn 

Though, I may be miles away from her 

I see her in the doorway 

Staring a hole through it all 

The first of many fits 

And the last one was, man, the last one was 

So check your lock and close your eyes 

When you wake up, I'll be all right 

Never tell them where it hurts 

And keep your bullet, safe inside 

The wind has wept and the sky is slurred 

But we slept through the sunrise, too 

I'm dreaming still of who you were 

Though, I may be miles away from her