Monday, September 26, 2005

Sitting on a Hill Playing Guitar

Sitting in the hillside
Running the mill
The gauntlet is beside
My cup lying facedown
I'm not going downtown
Tonight.

I'm in my cave
I don't much care
If you take the rave
To my silent door
But I'll outsing you
With the wind
As backing vocals.

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