In the year of '39 assembled here the volunteers
In the
One I was younger than
The youngest of fragile minds
you've got to follow your traces because I’ve seen
so
good intentions shattered by conventions
traditionalized and bland with boredom
I've been back now for a day or two, at
A train sounds off with whistle blowing
Lighthouse horn sounds
Of all the blessed intervals that defined ourselves as one
Only passing thoughts of times long gone, tonight
9000 miles away
Come on!
I'm flying off the handle again
I tried to keep
I'm just a living abortion
Trying to live my life, trying
drinkin' beers in the pouring rain
dupont circle summer again
I want to tell you how its been but I'm
Some sang their songs
like they're flying on uppers
so sweet and
There aint nothing good about saying good-bye There aint nothing
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