Drifting herrings in your bed. Here comes a nowhere man on quick southern feet. You're on the quickest ways to lonely. And you cry too much to sleep. .
If I'm right, sometimes I forget I might. Shallow as the brook out back. Bedtime stories that you can't take back. . Figure how to be a friend to you.
What was that you just said?. That didn't make any sense to me. It's not the way I see it, man. I'm almost tired of listening to you. . Why do you tie me up with words?.
I guess when you met me. It was okay. Cause you made an exception. For a thousand ways. . Im sorry baby. Yes, I was unkind. I'm really forgetting. Youre a friend of mine.