There ain't no moon to
guide a tide, nothing my
flow can't ride.
It'll be fine if you call me
beautiful just once more or
even if you just said hello,
before it's time to go.
The sun will still
burn hydrogen and
I'll get through the night.
I can't leave until the sun
is up and the beer is gone.
I puffed all my smoke,
you always have one more
with another tune or two
because we speak through
all of those songs to seize
our few moments together.
Jan 31, 2017
Jan 31, 2017 at 8:51 PM UTC
There ain't no moon to
guide a tide, nothing my
flow can't ride.
It'll be fine if you call me
beautiful just once more or
even if you just said hello,
before it's time to go.
The sun will still
burn hydrogen and
I'll get through the night.
I can't leave until the sun
is up and the beer is gone.
I puffed all my smoke,
you always have one more
with another tune or two
because we speak through
all of those songs to seize
our few moments together.
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