And we’re walking In step To the beat of asphalt As the blue light In windows Pass us by. And I’m watching In silence Movies Of a life That isn’t mine.
Cluttered Up Claire
Was worse for the wear
As she dragged all her likes through the air . . .
An ode to our sweet countryside ——————— in G progression or C, D, Em7, A Howl at the red moon As stars burn to morning blaze Count not the hours Count, no count not the days Following dancing rivers Chasing setting suns Until we reach, until we reach that ocean side Chorus: OhContinue reading “Red Moon”