In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Tuesday, August 14, 2018
water dries
I know this man
he works for the state
he tends to the land
with a shovel and a rake, and he
works in the sunshine
but sometimes
the raindrops they fall on his head
now me, I'd be cussing and crying
and wishing I was dead
but he pays it no never mind
he just leaves the rain behind
he says:
water dries
the skies, they clear
water flies
into the atmosphere
water dries
it ain't no crime
everything changes
with the passing of time
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