Lyin' in the overgrown-up grass in the front yard. Water falling from the sky so warm it feels hard. Trying to figure out just who you really are to me.
"Ships in a Bottle". . Everybody sleeps. But I haven't done that in the last few weeks or so. And yeah, I know the remedy. But they ran out yesterday.
She Likes Hair Bands. On satellite radio. But I was in one. So it's a little too close to home. She can dance like. She's done it for a living before.