I guess things were always quiet. around Putnam County. kind of shy and sleepy as it clung to the skirts. of the 2-lane, that was stretched out like an.
Well the stairs sound so lonely without you. And I ain't made my bed in a week. Coffee stains on the paper I'm writing. And I'm too choked up inside to speak.
The evening fell just like a star. Left a trail behind. You spit as you slammed out the door. If this is love we're crazy. As we fight like cats and dogs.
Smelling like a brewery,. looking like a tramp. I ain't got a quarter. got a postage stamp. Been five o'clock shadow boxing. all around the town. Talking with the old men.