All too soon we were blown upon. Our separate ways again. And our warm summer dreams. Joined the fallen leaves. That tumbled in the wind with the echoes.
Well I woke up Sunday morning. With no way to hold my head, that didn't hurt. And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,. So I had one more for dessert..
Well I woke up Sunday mornin'. With no way to hold my head. That didn't hurt. And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad. So I had one more for dessert.