I give my two weeks in two weeks, guess it’s way past its time I never crossed that white river, never felt the other side Or the coldest Colorado, or the hottest Louisi Ann Or the driest Mojave, I will write you when I can Every songbird sings its tune, as it chases the waning moon And I can’t follow something that does not move I’ve been walking these same streets, I’ve been under this old spell And in all honesty, I fear purgatory more than I fear hell Or the coldest Colorado, or the hottest Louisi Ann Or the driest Mojave, I will write you when I can Every songbird sings its tune, as it chases the waning moon And I can’t follow something that does not move All this education, still only one thing that I know Sometimes you gotta break someone else’s heart So you can grow your own Or the coldest Colorado, or the hottest Louisi Ann Or the driest Mojave, I lay down in the sand Every songbird sings its tune, as it chases the waning moon And I can’t follow something that does not move Please comment on places i can fix
