I was at a funeral the day I realised I wanted to pend my life with you sitting down on the steps at the old post office the flag was flying at half mast and I was thinkin' 'bout how and maybe it is time to live
I don't know where we're going I don't know what we'll do
walked into the thrif-tee saw the man with the hollow eyes who didn't give me all my change but it didn't bother me this time 'cause I know I only got this moment and it's good I went to the gas station old woman honked her horn waiting for me to fix her car
I don't know where we're going I don't know what we'll do
laying in bed tonight I was thinking and listening to all the dogs and the sirens and the shots and how the careful man tries to dodge the bullets while a happy man takes a walk
and maybe it is time to live |
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