Sacha

When you see a fading star, does it make you weep, knowing it’s gone so far, with children and dogs, can't I just keep, to a warm hazy fog, send space ships to Mars, please let me be, don't need fancy cars, that's not what i want, only certain release, from the stuff you don't, I'm like someone from afar, a spectre on bended knee, scraping at my scars, put water in my font, may all your prayers increase, tell me what's going on, play Blues in a boxcar, scatter all my needs, be tranqil at the bar, bring me peace.