Horn, string, crash, refrain
Confessions have now become
So complicated
A little Honky Tonk
Burried in the mud of days
Lost to the 'morrow
Horms from the Jazz band
Post industrial rhythm
Sing a catchy tune
Brother at my side
A bright flash in
The night sky
All day by the lake
Drawing boats with your finger
As you float on shore
Wet grass on my back
The sky lit up with a flash
A heavenly nod
Dreamy sad by drone
I hear you buddy, I hear you
I am listening
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