This one's for you chris, hope you dig it well...
late afternoon and the shadows grow long,
dust curls twist as the wind blows.
ain't no grandfather left;
no one to tell us a story of wayback when,
before you and I had time, to go back to.
your boots shuffle, slipping against the ground
there's that wind kicking up again, as the sun does his dance across the horizon, turning midday to dusk.
I kept an old bottle in my pocket,
a patch of leaves to roll and I sigh.
we wince once, strolling under the september night,
you see the sky is getting darker, those stars are out of shine, ain't nothing grand about a goodnight, when it turns out to be goodbye.
mosiey on cowboy, mosiey on...
late afternoon and the shadows grow long,
dust curls twist as the wind blows.
ain't no grandfather left;
no one to tell us a story of wayback when,
before you and I had time, to go back to.
your boots shuffle, slipping against the ground
there's that wind kicking up again, as the sun does his dance across the horizon, turning midday to dusk.
I kept an old bottle in my pocket,
a patch of leaves to roll and I sigh.
we wince once, strolling under the september night,
you see the sky is getting darker, those stars are out of shine, ain't nothing grand about a goodnight, when it turns out to be goodbye.
mosiey on cowboy, mosiey on...
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your logo in your pics is cool.
i miss the structure of college too. i have found that i can't motivate myself at all without "assignments". lame.