Saturday, October 1, 2011

Hurry Home Early

You can feel it in the air. The winter's a coming.
Soon you'll have to put away the running shoe.
For the cold wind, it's a calling for you.
Hey it's fall. You can't be blaming me at all.

Jack & Julie point out the constellations to me.
But the Big Dipper's all I could see.

Now don't go a drinking the clear Finnish turpentine.
It'll make you blind, burn you inside.

Oh, why do we do the things we do?
Some of us have the talent. But hard work will still have to get us through.

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