There is little room in the sky
The wind is a gutsy bully
Can move you with a gust,
There is little room in my past
The future is aging so fast
To this point life is a bust,
Don't mind me
I will just peel back the rust
Expose the internal busted workings
Who can begin to trust a clock,
Made in Grande Prairie
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 12:35 AM UTC
There is little room in the sky
The wind is a gutsy bully
Can move you with a gust,
There is little room in my past
The future is aging so fast
To this point life is a bust,
Don't mind me
I will just peel back the rust
Expose the internal busted workings
Who can begin to trust a clock,
Made in Grande Prairie
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