I can't win

[Manslick]

this is not a threat
if i let it all down
you'd be overwhelmed
like i am,
when i think of you
all the laughter is still here in my head
thank you

i sit in a homey
warm air all around
i see a bit of light
in the window on the right

a sing song comes from the back door
a wayward bird calls for its mate
or so i suppose
i would if i could

in the barn is a pillow
fresh straw
ohh I need to rest my toe
sit down my torrid soul

the laughter is cherished
in my empty head
of the last thing i think
oh, my cheek you kissed

i remember your hot head on my shoulder
a young boy in love
strong and able to lift a boulder
a set it down like a white dove

shoulder boy - keep on
shoulder boy - keep on
stick your girl up high
smile for the camera

she sits in prescience
stern and proper
looking for a fight
earnest on her side