Six 8

Six 8: six out of seven days roll on
And you’re yelling at the top of your forked lung
The thing that scares me most
Is that you don’t see
Beside this drunken road is an oak tree
An oak tree
It’s the truth
Smack

Jeremiah wrote that we’re not forgotten
This summer’s turning out to be a hot one
Got me jumping for a big life time commitment

Six 8: six out of seven days go by
And the seventh could well be the day someone dies
If that’s not enough to make you think then listen to me
If this world’s a dream then I’ll take reality


Comments:
Charlottesville was living it up in one big pluralistic party. And I was going in a different direction.