under the yellow moon
you wanted me too soon
rain kept pouring down
so i left that lonely town
so now
i'm on the run
looking for my loaded gun
the one i used to own
when i was all alone
strangers
out on the street
everywhere we meet
pointing at the sky
and never asking why
inside
i never write
my stories in the night
dark and without you
telling me what to do
i know
when the morning rises
heart break and surprises
emptiness and black
keep riding on my back
under the yellow moon
you wanted me too soon
rain kept pouring down
so i left that lonely town
calling
no one can hear
the crowded station near
lots of pretty toys
barbie dolls kenny boys
dressing
in suits and ties
exchanging happy lies
talking on the phone
while i am all alone
under the yellow moon
you wanted me too soon
rain kept pouring down
so i left that lonely town
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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