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The whippoorwills were crying in the falling rain
Far away a whistle hailed a passing train
Out in the country summer was almost gone
The fields were turning rusty and the hills were turning brown
Now I think of you when summer stars are on the rise
I think of you with a bottle of wine and lazy eyes
Playing rock and roll songs on an old guitar
Getting drunk and sleeping out in my backyard
Now sometimes I just lie awake and I hear the wind
Blowing through the seasons of my heart again
My dreams are mostly lost and found on other streets, in other towns
But babe, you know, I still look out for you
The cars were all abandoned on the city streets
Other boys I knew were just like shiny dimes
Tossed and spent, they came and went a hundred times
- Adam Schneider, [email protected]