Xena

Love holds the door ajar, your hair falls down the line, you don't get very far, but sit around a Pool, trees bend wave in time, who can bear their news, or ask about your Da, just another wine, lonely as a shooting star, the money he tooled, in a poor jaded light, sunshine just for fools, home another car, furnished by mother's cries, no room for chairs, swear you're no fool, to forget the hurt inside, or that other part of you, that sits on the bar, and sees the morning rise, hit the highway burning tar, do you need your eyes?