baby,
when you're not here
my head's just not thinking clear
'cause i'm spending all my down time
wishing you were near
and dear,
here comes the night
how can i feel alright
out walking my thin dog
when it all feels like a thick fog
and i can't see without a torch:
are you waiting on your front porch?
baby,
when you're not here
my head's just not thinking clear
'cause i'm spending all my down time
wishing you were near
and dear,
here comes that song
and it took much too long
it's the one about you
when you're wondering what to do
and the story goes that we met
the winners of a romance bet
baby,
when you're not here
my head's just not thinking clear
'cause i'm spending all my down time
wishing you were near
and dear,
here comes the night
how can i feel alright
out walking my thin dog
when it all feels like a thick fog
and i can't see without a torch:
are you waiting on your front porch?
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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