Georgie

A prognosis out the blue, I read the lines, ask what's done with you, act like I already know, take these ties that bind, breathe hard on my bones, time brings a certain glue, what can be put right, search for any clue, we're not here alone, in this rosy light, someone brings us home, It’s warm near the flue, beyond the timber line, let the fire console us, make us keep going, through evening and night, when the kid’s phone, act like you're fine, whiskey gets us through, this is a crazy time, what else can we do?