It's not that bad,. We could have died.. Chalk it up to being young,. prove it was me.. . On a morning drive,. A blurred headlight.. From the corner of my eye..
Down by the dock, hot blood in the sun. The body lays up against the reeds. The locals said the man had it coming. And it's time someone put him six feet in the ground.
Everybody talking saying you will be walking. This neighborhood will never be the same. You said we'd understand. You found out what's happening now. So we all sat down and you broke the news.
If they calm you down. Then excite them. If they call you out. Then ignore them. . You're speeding up. You're speeding up, yeah. You're speeding up. To slow down, yeah.
(written by kevin griffin). . There she is, white light. Descending like the color of rain. July or fall. One thing will never change. Down and out you've found.
I can still recall. The way you looked that fall in your favorite dress. The day before you left. And since that time, I wrote a simple rhyme. . Well, I miss you and the things you do.
Strong hands, big plans. All reduced to this. Hard won freedom. How could you've missed?. . Scared, are you?. You do it on your own. You do it on your own, we all did.