I wasn't looking to shift my direction
My eyes straight
You're looking at foreclosure
and doing time,
and it don't sound good
Fly away little bird
Any place in this open mouthed world
Begs
When we tried to rework all of this
Each to her
These are the last tears I'm gonna cry for you.
Oh the partys kicked up a few notches
Look at
Back in the long stretch of loneliness
I have come
So money made you mean
and that's not how it's supposed
I meet you for coffee
We get together periodically and
I
It didn't happen for you,
no one wants to hear the
You dont want me calling you up
All melancholy sick from
They won't have me, but I love this place.
The rural
I drive a three county highway
And every one of them