Casey

I'll let you follow, what people up here feel, in their bones, that jilted smile's strain, blowing through the trees, they see it miles away, right now those police cones, scream locks without a key, makes the river beckon, why seek the rain, peer in mountain streams, you can't dance every day, nothing to bestow, with his other crazy schemes, he was no picture show, it's a long drain, to live without a dream, face out each coming day, there's no need to borrow, we see how you've been, times it's best to know, nothing's how it seems.