Rowe Two

Love holds the door ajar, your hair falls down the line, you don't get very far, but sit around a Pool, trees wave in blended time, who needs their news, to ask about your Da, just another wine, lonely as a shooting star, the money he tooled, in a poor jaded light, punishing the fools, home another car, furnished by mother's cries, a place of stolen parts, including you, you fool, forget the hurt inside, he caught a piece of you, that sits on the bar, and sees the morning rise hit the highway burning tar, we won't see your eyes.