Up above you darling (past the line, between the land), I'll call you from Vancouver
just looking @ your picture till it's all that I can stand. This dream's a lil narrow, so
I'm sticking to my guns while the wake-up calls keep coming (though sometimes, dearie,
lord the thought of another one).
Are you shaking? Are you sleeping? Another weepy lil rager drowned down to the ring.
It's hard a moon to swallow. You're drunk or you're dead under this swollen,
swampy sky; when the thought of one more broken night is more than some'll ever shed.
On Traveling Lyrics performed by Richard Buckner are property and copyright of the authors, artists and labels. You should note that On Traveling Lyrics performed by Richard Buckner is only provided for educational purposes only and if you like the song you should buy the CD