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
