Gray cloud laughed heartily at my naivety
In a whirlwind of weather, of changing minds
Drank whiskey that day to warm my plans
My last dollar was spent long before
Your name was forged by my hands
Drank whiskey that day endangering
My properly operating chemistry;
Then a hero appears
To save me, or the day, either way
He's here, laughing
Nov 28, 2011
Nov 28, 2011 at 5:49 PM UTC
Gray cloud laughed heartily at my naivety
In a whirlwind of weather, of changing minds
Drank whiskey that day to warm my plans
My last dollar was spent long before
Your name was forged by my hands
Drank whiskey that day endangering
My properly operating chemistry;
Then a hero appears
To save me, or the day, either way
He's here, laughing
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