There’s no way the sun can make its rounds and shake your hand
Way up north the currents shift and brings us gifts for four days
Heard it from this guy who talks to rocks
Little girls grow and boys they want to tear their clothes off
Casting a line into time is all that we are sure of
If someone doesn’t bite that’s fine
It must be the line
What is that blinding light, that’s in your eyes?
Time rolls away and it washes down with the rain
Set against the ceiling fan as the tide rips through all the pain
Oh, it’s all the same when the time rolls down with the rain
I’ve counted my chickens still the time pours on with the rain
Bring back my ceiling stare put it where my thoughts plan to stay
Inside of my fantasy my shrink discussed my brain
Oh, time rolls away and it washes down with the rain
It hurts to say that the time pours on with the rain
With the rain
With the rain
Gas pump dropout
Part-time legend
Haystack daughter
Dreams of stardom
A thousand miles separate
Cornfields and deserts
Hand me the phone and I’ll call all I know
I want them to be
Stars on the silver screen
Worn out teacher
Always tired
Red light hooker
Always busy
Unknown talents
Need some practice
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