I felt like you wouldn't look me down
Or stand me up, while you're on the ground
But you don't know just what it's worth
To know you are here on this earth

Take the same ground, turn it around
Witching hour, no hope to be found
But hey, you know, I had my way
Wasted week, but worth every day

It pays off short but stays 'round long
I told you I'd never prove instincts wrong
Go to bed, you know you're right
You keep me in line, but not stretched too tight

07/17/2005

Posted on 07/18/2005
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