By Mason Jennings, 12/8 time seemed to her to be some sort of
By Mason Jennings, Pardon me my dear, you've gone straight to my head
It's
By Mason Jennings, Well, she told me let's stay out late
Stay out late,
By Mason Jennings, Well, all the dreams have gone from my worried mind
Ain't
By Mason Jennings, We could sit beneath the evening
And let the day turn
By Mason Jennings, Hollow-body, bones and shoes
You can never get back what you
By Mason Jennings, It might have been some other story
Our book must have
By Mason Jennings, Isabella, Isabella, don't you turn me down
I've been knockin' on
By Mason Jennings, There's no street lamps on the road I take
I'm not
By Mason Jennings, Last night the willows stopped weeping
And everything sat hushed and
By Mason Jennings, Well she's sitting on the edge of my bed
Taking her
By Mason Jennings, Dark clouds coming, honey we go to the sea
Dark clouds