You know how I tend to feel when nothing's happening. Like some big old bird so fat that he just can't fly. Far be it for me to be over reacting. My lady hurts like hell and all I can do is wonder why.
I. Look back on this life. And it doesn't seem right. That I'm standing here today. So many times. I thought I would die. But always something. Stood in my way.
As simple as a kiss. So subtle and so missed. So ached for so doomed to be deprived. Love is everything that Ive described. . As lonesome as the sound.
The sea is wide as the sky is blue. You're standing on the shoreline but all is lost on you. For your mind is heavy and it seems your ship has sailed.
I may be down. But things are looking up. All the grass is turning brown. But things are looking up. I don't have a white picket fence. But things are looking up.