when i'm down it's really low
couldn't guess which way to go
16 tons and falling fast
never winning, always last
when i'm down it's dark as night
crazy in the pale moonlight
desert country far from home
i'm traveling light, but all alone
baby's fine she comforts me
shows me all i want to see
tells me what i want to hear
never far, she's always near
baby's fine she comforts me
when i cry it's spilling milk
throwing tears as soft as silk (silk)
wrap me in a bed of sorrow
cover me up until tomorrow
when i cry it's losing face
salty skin without a taste (taste)
watching wicked hands of time
waving past this song of mine
when i hurt it's world is gone
blackness at the break of dawn
grinding gears inside my head
tells me no one hears what i just said
and when i hurt it's really sore
i'm in denial, i'm in denial on the floor
crawling on my hands and knees
and i'm asking for some comfort please
baby's fine she comforts me
shows me all i want to see
tells me what i want to hear
never far, she's always near
baby's fine she comforts me
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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