Well rains a falling trickling balling. Achelous calling us back home. Sone find shelter from this helter but me I like the rain it cleans my bones.
If the creek don’t rise, I wouldn’t wander. Hallowed hands to cold for my peaceful slumber. Washing down the ledge farewell all blunders. If the creek don’t rise I wouldn’t wander.
Hornet clusters held old posters from various twangs and pains and gains. That old sticker wall is where I did crawl, but figured it all to stand up and sing.
If the creek don’t rise I wouldn’t wander. Hallowed hands to cold for my peaceful slumber. Washing down the ledge farewell all blunders. If the creek don’t rise I wouldn’t wander.
Spasmed back from bus windows cause a fidget leg crescendo. Watching yellow lines and passing time to drop a dime. To roll on down the road, just as we get their time to go. I know that y’all are tired but it’s closer to the show.
If the creek don’t rise I wouldn’t wander. Hallowed hands to cold for my peaceful slumber. Washing down the ledge farewell all blunders. If the creek don’t rise I wouldn’t wander.
A petrol based transfusion of rubber kissed schemes. With blistered up fingers and lots of caffeine. We got 31 to do but only cleared 15, but guess what my brother I think that’s the dream.
Cause if the creek don’t rise I wouldn’t wander. Hallowed hands to cold for my peaceful slumber. washing down the ledge farewell all blunders. If the creek don’t rise I wouldn’t wander.
