Finley

Will let you see follow, what people up here feel, circulate in their bones, that jittery smile strain, blowing through the trees, they smell it miles away, right now choose yr cones, every lock without a key, make these folks swallow, why seek the holy rain, peer in mountain streams, it's only a shadow again, everything has to go , like other crazy schemes, this is no picture show, a long ride on trains, to live without dreams, you can't dance evry day, what you have to do now, show where you've been, sometimes best to allow, nothing's how it seems.