Did you know
which way it would go
was everything all a virtual reality TV show
wrapped from the top of your big head to the bottom of your small toe
but what did i really know
maybe i'd rather be watching a hard-fought rodeo
when you called me on the telephone
did you think you were tossing me another friendly bone
well, i didn't want to chase it all alone
so don't come on by just to say "Hi"
anymore
it simply won't be like it was once before
anymore
i'm not looking and i'm not answering the door
i'm a man at peace not interested in fighting another war
and you're the girl with needles in her hair
the holes in a heart that no one can repair
so don't come on by just to say "Hi"
anymore
it simply won't be like it was once before
anymore
got my guitar and i'm playing inside my car
i used to wonder but now i really don't care anymore where you are
and you're the girl with needles in her hair
the holes in a heart that no one can repair
did you know
which way it would go
was everything a virtual reality TV show
wrapped from the top of your big head to the bottom of your small toe
but what did i really know
maybe i'd rather be watching a hard-fought rodeo
when you called me on the telephone
did you think you were tossing me another friendly bone
well, i didn't want to chase it all alone
so don't come on by just to say "Hi"
anymore
it simply won't be like it was once before
anymore.
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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