As always I stop to speak
Some girls like to say their piece
As always I turn to you
Don't understand what you're doing
And
Light up this town
Grow weary and back down
It's such an amazing sight
To be found -
Little sister leaving town
Says the poet ";I won't grass";
Some things are better left and not taken to task
I guess I knew she was a Rose
She knows what hurts and how to hold
If your daddy he turned round
Let the grass around him scream the sound
I'm so sorry for these tales you're telling
Sometimes you can't account
Light up this town
Grow weary and back down
It's such an amazing sight
To be found -
Little sister leaving town
And sometimes it's absurd
A minor triumph when you hear the words
";I'm just trying to stake my place
No real fears upon this face";
And my wishes
Nobody says
