Under A Spooky Tree

when the night rolled over the hill

I held you like my life depended on it

beside the river we smoked

someone yelled fuck you Rick

we laughed and hoped the morning would take it's time

and we might learn some things that would come in handy

in the real life shit storm

lurking around the bend

under a spooky tree

we knew it was coming

Like an out of control train

there wasn't a thing we could do to postpone

the nightmare daydream fuck all

you whispered I miss you

I held your hand

and knew what you meant

it didn't matter which way the wind blew