Dear friends You are angels and drunks You are magi Old friends You stuck a pin in a map I was in And this is a note for a road sign Cutting the breeze
There's a ladder tear in my high ideals Like I took a chair on the battlefield And any noble friend that was burning in my chest Is acid in my belly at
I have a drop-leaf window With cats and broken yards Sunflowers and paint cans And stolen shopping carts And nothing to be proud of And nothing to regret
You're a law unto yourself And we don't suffer dreamers But neither should you walk the earth alone So with finger rolls and folding chairs And a volley
My high priestess folded neatly Back in your box, oh Lord Called the song, he sang so sweetly Back in your box, oh Lord Found myself astride a tiger
walls Stealing booze and hour long hungry kisses And nobody knew me at home anymore Build a rocket, boys Build a rocket, boys Build a rocket, boys Lippy
The birds are the keepers of our secret As they saw us where we lay In the deepest grass of springtime In a reckless guilty haze And they wove a sweet
I throw this to the wind But what if I was right Well, did you trust your noble dreams And gentle expectations to the mercy of the night? The night will
I walked with the river in kind of a dream Hand in hand, the all knowing river and me To the clamor of rushes and deeply barren trees A drunk making blossom
Best intentions bring joyless droughts Pack your hacksaw come push me out When your dentures prevent your smile These adventures will fill your eyes
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Dear friends You are angels and drunks You are magi Old friends You stuck a pin in a map I was in And this is a note for a road sign Cuttin' the breeze
There's a ladder tear in my high ideals Like I took a chair on the battlefield Anyd any noble friend that was burning in my chest Is acid in my belly
walls Stealing booze and hour long hungry kisses And nobody knew me at home anymore Build a rocket boys! Build a rocket boys Build a rocket boys! Lippy
My high priestess folded neatly Back in your box, oh Lord Called the song he sang so sweetly Back in your box, oh Lord Found myself astride a tiger