Alone in this house again tonight. I got the TV on, the sound turned down and a bottle of wine. There's pictures of you and I on the walls around me. The way that it was and could have beensurrounds me.
My grandmama was a wise old soul. Took me by the hand not long ago. Said, "Son, what's your hurry, boy slow it down. Taste the wild honey, listen to the sound of the.
Another long summer's come and gone. I don't know why it always ends this way. The boardwalk's quiet and the carnival rides. Are as empty as my broken heart tonight.