Lyrics
I find myself in an old wooden shack, Pining over you
With an old Dusty Broom and some worn out shoes
Another red light, another flat tire, another icy snow
It's hard to find meaning when you got nowhere to go
When you stare up at the moonlite
And the stars fall at your feet
Don't Go back to sleep
The leaves fall so easily and then rest in peace
And I feel like an old ash tree with bugs digging in me
The drinking builds illusion but its' not the truth I seek
Desperately seeking fantasy
When you stare up at the moonlite
And the stars fall at your feet
Don't Go back to sleep
I find myself in an old wooden shack, pining over you
With an old dusty broom and a bottle of booze
The drinking it builds illusion and it buys a little peace
Long enough to put, my mind to sleep
When you stare up at the moonlite
And the stars fall at your feet
Don't Go back to sleep