Taking my time. Choosin' my line. Tryin' to decide what to do. Looks like my stop. Don't wanna get off. Got myself hung up on you. . Seems to me. You don't want to talk about it.
In the morning I pack up my gear. and toss it in my carryall. Run the wide load to the lip. and watch the big core crack and glow. . In the evening I undo my belt.
Takin' my time. Choosin' my lines. Try'n' to decide what to do. Looks like my stop. Don't want to get off. Got myself hung up on you. . Seems to me. You don't want to talk about it.