I've still got the bible, I stole that night from my revival. From some hotel on 35.
The crickets still sing in October. And lilly, she's trying to bloom. Tho she's resting her head on the shoulder of death, she still shines by the light of the moon.
Walking thru this graveyard, I realize times were never really hard. We live, we love, we let it go. The world ain't changed me at all.
We live, we love, we let it go.
