If I'd have chose I'd live close to the sea. Can't you and me, up and leave all this rain and run? Had me believe a certain age would come - have me relieved from nerves, a youthful tongue has me undone. Birds head south, and hide away for the winter months. Birds head south and we stay cold.
Is the coldness coming when the warm months aren’t yet done? If younger eyes could see me now, my younger legs would run.
Borrowed clothes, less and less do they fit me. And borrowed sleep has left me weak and oh, no longer fun. We never found a lock to fit this key. What was the need, when we ...