Sweetness and light, you were right. Summers are gettin' harder. Days echo by, blood red sky. Chop wood and carry water. . We only do what we can. And there's a natural plan, you know.
Another plane went down today. In the Atlantic nine miles off shore. And every single black car. That goes by just might be yours. . I havent moved from this spot.
If losing sleep were any indication. Of the loving that I've missed. I would wrap myself around you. But how likely can that be when I feel like this.
I've been thinking. About you and me. Maybe I was just. Seeing what I wanted to see. . You can call me crazy. But you know this time I swore. That I wouldn't run.