Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Running from the Sandman.

“Aint it foggy outside,
All the planes have been grounded.
Aint the fire inside?
Lets all go stand around it.
Funny, I’ve been there,
And you’ve been here,
And we aint had no time to drink that beer.

‘Cause I understand you’ve been running from the man,
That goes by the name of the sandman.
He flies the sky like an eagle in the eye
Of a hurricane that’s abandoned.

Aint the years gone by fast.
I suppose you have missed them.
Oh, I almost forgot to ask,
Did you hear of my enlistment?”

- America

© Luke Daniel

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