Rapids
How we all know this will work for her?
A wild bird on a vine
When the time comes there will be none
Won’t even have to why
Smiles and shakes and cars and bars
A blur gone too fast
When we’re old stories we will tell
About the slick glass
Rapids on a Monday
Let me go my way
Believe in these dreams
It may be what is seems
White girls and fields of green today
Beaches are now our goal
Our life will ride thru the south and north
Fail that I will be whole
A vision may satisfy only one boy
Find it is the toys
Grace grows big in the year oh nine
Sittin’ on the porch I will be fine.
Dreamt long nights and down dirt roads
Busted tire and a frown
Realize I may be trying harder than
I can be put down
Consumed by overtime richly throughout my days
Corn barley rye and wine
Face up night time schemes and fire side lights
Sittin’ on my porch I’ll be fine
Rapids on a Monday
Let me go my way
Believe in these dreams
It may be what is seems
be well
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