We were shootin' at a mound of dirt.. Well nothing was broken, nothing was hurt.. But I probably really should have been at work.. But if my free time's gone, would you promise me this?.
Woke up this morning and it seemed to me,. That every night turns out to be. A little more like Bukowski.. And yeah, I know he's a pretty good read.. But God who'd want to be?.
And it's true we named our children. After towns that we've never been to.. And it's true that the clouds just hung around. Like black Cadillacs outside a funeral..
Blame it on the Tetons. Yeah, I need a scapegoat now.. No my dog won't bite you, though it had the right to.. You oughta give her credit 'cause she knows I would've let it happen..