They put a cup in my hands
a hand ‘cross my eyes
said I looked older
and not a bit wise
You see the words they were learned
and certainly mine
I spent six months looking for the rest of the
rhyme
I wanna get more , not just get by
C’mon c’mon , I’m waiting on you
c’mon , c’mon , give me the news
I’m counting on you
There’s clouds in my bottle
smoke in my eyes
and over my shoulder
a dishwater sky
further is the heat , bending the light
the cabin door swings on one stubborn wire
I wanna get more , not just get by
C’mon c’mon , I’m waiting on you
C’mon , c’mon , give me the news
I’m counting on you