Round up holler girl. Ah I will sing. Title TK. If I don't black out. . Dumb made for fucking. And missing from the party. That boy spun out. Hold what you've got.
I remember holdin' on to you. All them long and lonely nights I put you through. Somewhere in there I'm sure I made you cry. But I can't remember if we said goodbye.
I'm holding the wings. Of the people so dear. I'm amazed that they call me. With drops of their tears. The days that were lovely. I remember so clear.