Bourbon Hours
I’m looking forward to more than winter seas
Young and warm we sat across the barn
Bristled against the ground, crushing misted leaves
Yesterday I slept cold and worn
If I leave you now, we may never be
I’m growing fragile as my nights are torn
She says she’s coming home tonight
I guess she’s got no better place
To roam tonight
I often wonder why you stop and go
Relaxed against the soil, never mind the snow
My eyes may close, awaken, surely your to go
Within the wind, we live, we mend
As the night begins, we start to end
You rub my chest, you tell me morning comes
She says she’s coming home tonight
I guess she’s got no better place
To roam tonight
I think she sees me write
Empty songs
For lively nights
I hear them speak, they say we could never be
But here against the wind
There’s only you and me
She says she’s coming home tonight
I guess she’s got no better place
To roam tonight
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