Of Roofs, Genes and Stolen Meanings – A Journey
a woman is a creature who has always been strange just when you’re sure of one you find she’s gone she’s made a change I’m not bad I’m just drawn that way round round and round she goes where she stops no one knows where is the homeport of this white punt? I’m just not ready to make a commitment it’s time to head out it’s time to set sail I’ve been told she’s expecting a journey there’s not enough wind in my pockets to push past the heart of this cold front I don’t want to ruin our friendship I just don’t want to well, it was not always a pleasure one can say it was never a joy whatever made me miserable for You it worked you do not have to keep my luck up any more it was a little bit dry and now I’m sore maybe I took our journey for real www.facebook.com www.myspace.com
