It's yet to be determined, but the air is thick, and my hope is feeling worn. I'm missing home, and I'm glad you're not a part of this, there are parts of me that will be missed. And the phone is always dead to me, so I can't tell you that the temperature is dropping and it feels like it's colder than it ought to be in March and I still got a day or two ahead of me before I'm heading home into your arms again. And the people here are asking after you. It doesn't make it easier. It doesn't make it easier to be away. I'd like to hire a plane. I'd see you in the morning, when the day is fresh. I'm coming home again. Coming home again. Coming home again. When the day is fresh I'm coming home again. Well it's warmer where you're waiting. It feels more like July. There's pillows in their cases and one of those is mine. And you wrote the words I love you, and sprayed it with perfume. It is better than the fire is to heat this lonely room. It is warmer where you're waiting. It feels more like July. It feels more like July.
Age Six Racer
So long sweet summer (so long sweet summer). I stumbled upon you and gratefully basked in your rays. So long sweet slumber (so long sweet slumber). I fell into you now you're gracefully falling away. Hey, thanks, thatnks for that summer. It is cold where you're going I hope that your heart's always warm (hope that your heart's always warm). I gave you the best, gave you the best that I had (gave the best I had). You passed on the letters and passed on the best that I had (passed the best I had). So, so long sweet summer (so long sweet summer). I stumbled upon you and gratefully basked in your rays. So long sweet slumber (so long sweet slumber). I fell into you now you're gracefully falling away. I hate the winter in Lexington. I hate the winter in Lexington, Lexington, Lexington, Lexington.
Again I Go Unnoticed
So quiet another wasted night, the television steals the conversation. Exhale. Another wasted breath, again it goes unnoticed. Please tell me you're just feeling tired cause if it's more than that I feel that I might break out of touch, out of time. Please send me anything but signals that are mixed cause I can't read your rolling eyes out of touch are we out of time? Close lipped another good night kiss is robbed of all its passion, your grip, another time is slack, it leaves me feeling empty. Please tell me you're just feeling tired cause if it's more than that I feel that I might break out of touch, out of time. Please send me anything but signals that are mixed cause I can't read your rolling eyes out of touch are we out of time? I'll wait until tomorrow (wait until tomorrow) maybe you'll feel better then maybe we'll be better then so what's another day (what's another day) when I can't bear therse nights of thoughts of going on without you. This mood of yours is temporary (we seem temporary) but it seems worth the wait to see you smile again. Out of the corner of my eye (see you smile again) won't be the only way you're looking at me then. So quiet another wasted night, the television steals the converstion. Exhale. Another wasted breath, again it goes unnoticed.
Ender Will Save Us All
It's just like you to contest, wear it like a label on your breast don't you see what this takes of me? A certain calousnes complies with your charm adn your pride a hopeful look draped in despise. I want to give you whatever yo need. What is it you need? Is it what I need? I want to give you whatever you need. What is it you need? Is it within me? It's hard to explain how I am getting by on so little from you. It's hard to believe that I would let myself get so wrapped into you. There's got to be something that would be worthwhile for me to give to you. We need a connection but you seem to push me far away from you. From you, from you. The harder I push, the further I fall. Well you don't mind me being headstrong. But you don't want to sing along. Maybe it's trite but I can always, always, always be wrong. It's just like you to contest, wear it like a label on your breast don't you see what this takes of me? A certain calousness complies with your charm and your pride a hopeful look draped in despise. I want to give you whatever you need. What is it you need? Is it what I need? I want to give you whatever you need. What is it you need? Is it within me? It's hard to explain how I am getting by on so little from you. IT's hard to believe that I would let myself get so wrapped into you. There's got to be something that would be worthwhile for me to give to you. We need a connection but you seem to push me far away from you From you, from you. The harder I push, the further I fall. Well you don't mind me being headstrong. But you don't want to sing along. Maybe it's trite but I can always, always, always be wrong. Be wrong. Try not to be, try not to be, try not to be wrong.
Shirts And Gloves
When I'm back from the road the you're out on it and I'm tired of this distance and I believe it's over it's over-rated. And this phone tag game is endless and the novelty is wearing and I'm hoping time will pass with out any consistence or convincing. Road rules apply, there's so much action, you're getting busy. So I'll call your cellular phone to tell you that TV night was lonely without you and so am I, so am I. It seems our day keeps falling on a leap year. So many high points on this last leg. I can't wait to recount them. It seems like nothing has happened until I've shared them with you. And the note you had called, says you're half a day away, and you are heading home just in time for me, for me to leave. Road rules apply, there's so much action, I'm getting busy. So make sure that I'm up to date on TV night. I hate to miss out. I think I miss you most on Wednesdays and Saturdays. Seems our day keeps falling on a leap year.
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Save up. Until you've had it. The offer's come but you won't go on. Brought down with a force of nature. Breathing off of my lung. It's not easy to like it (it's not easy to like it). It's not easy at all (it's not easy at all). It's not easy to like it at all. Fill up to the limit . The winners come with their appetite. Money clips equipped with paper. Pockets briming and tight. It's not easy to like it. It's not easy at all (it's not easy at all). It's not easy to like it at all. It's not easy to like it (it's not easy to like it). It's not easy at all (it's not easy at all). It's not easy to like it at all. Breathe off of my lung. When you (save up 'till you've had it) breathe off of my lung. (Offer's come but you won't go on. Brought down with a force of nature) It's not easy to like it. (Breathing off of my lung.)