I could see the mist
Illuminated by the motion porch light Feel it on my skin As it swirled around the yard that night Shiver down my neck Like something watching in the dark Could almost taste the air Dew heavy storm's comin' tonight Now it's taking hold the canvas tries to reap its own And it's leaving me without a place to call home But it's supposed to Be my guide my light post It's supposed to Be my light at night And it's supposed to Be my guide my light post And it is.... And it's making me see... Unsettled restless pace Neighbors spooked staring through the glass Get me outta this place Eased by the whiskey in my flask Now it's taking hold the canvas tries to reap its own And it's leaving me without a place to call home But it's supposed to Be my guide my light post It's supposed to Be my light at night And it's supposed to Be my guide my light post And it is.... It's supposed to Be my guide my light post It's supposed to Be my light at night And it's supposed to Be my guide my light post And it is.... And it's making me see...the light. |
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