Uma

The aching half of you, when you smell the Limes, on a wind tossed avenue, act like you'll follow, the ties that bind, feel them in your bones, it’s wise to stay cool, say you know what’s right, please give me a clue, I ‘m not alone, in this lonely night, I might even go home, won’t rage and argue, not like it’s a crime, put a fire in the flue, you have to keep going, try to do what’s right, the kids might even ‘phone , if they feel inclined.