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
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