Home alone is no way to go,
But low and behold,
A funeral at my toes,
No way around these bars,
No ship to travel to those stars,
Months of waiting,
My patience waining.
Home alone is the way for me,
Until your face I see,
Come bless my porch with your knees,
Lets pray for what we'll be,
This need is so deep seeded,
Could have been avoided if the rules we heeded,
I still say shank the rules,
Shake those blues,
Lets hop in my car,
We may not make it too far,
But together we'll be,
Against the world,
Just you and me!
Jay L. Hollaway
(You know)
Friday, April 3, 2009
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