歌词
So what's in the back of your little red book
And why do you smile when you know I'm done?
There's bay on the air and a lazy old sun
To keep the heap in every inkling
A forest fire sideways thinking
The trick's all tried
A thousand times
To wrestle down the wind
You fade in the haze of the opening road
I fought for you once but I must let go
'Cause how many years can you keep this hope?
Too many other cats are craving.
They're polishing their claws and saying
In 15 words what took me words
To hang my name upon
Accrue flowed the eyes
As you rapidly slung
Over the Yellowstone cliffs
To the home that he loved
He sees this disease till you're all used up
Consoling every unpaid artist
The chance to finish what they started
Another Sunday Psalm
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