shot

The Woodsmen

Compositor: The Woodsmen

here goes, im gonna take my shot
my heart is full like a parking lot
youre not sure if im for real or not
and the fishermen know me but ive never been caught

oh, baby in our future
i picture you in the gown that suits you
& all of the little things youre whispering

eight by eight the dancers sway
weaving their steps till the poets say,
'man, it aint over yet-
gotta butch up and win this bet'

green tea and a couple of calls
not on your cell, but the one on the wall
new shoes but you havent got cab fare
where you want to go and how bad i want to be there
theres a fountain in the park- you and me and two cigarettes in the dark
why dontcha tell me all the names of your friends?

mmm, but youre pretty as a picture
(mind you dont sit here)
sunlight- its starting to rain