the heart aches
and the mind echoes.
it's 3 in the morning
and the road is still mourning.
and the day are dead
and the night finds its way.
it's 3 in the morning
and the road is still mourning.
the beans are old
and the coffee still cold.
the wind hushing down the alrein
and the anguish staying behind.
it's 3 in the morning
and the road is still mourning.
Apr 16, 2020
Apr 16, 2020 at 6:35 AM UTC
the heart aches
and the mind echoes.
it's 3 in the morning
and the road is still mourning.
and the day are dead
and the night finds its way.
it's 3 in the morning
and the road is still mourning.
the beans are old
and the coffee still cold.
the wind hushing down the alrein
and the anguish staying behind.
it's 3 in the morning
and the road is still mourning.
