Bare
I stagger out into this fading day
The mood is vacant and the clouds are grey
This day seems so bare and this air is so cold
I look around, then slide...I feel so old
And then I think about the little things I think about
And then I feel and I remember
And then I look around and see the things I always see
Then I slip hard as I remember
And then I...
Autor(es): Mike Van Portfleet
