Dust

Underneath the willow tree
I find things you won't believe
Tiny bugs that squirm and breathe
They speak to me

Screaming, dancing in the rain
I hear Sophie call my name
She sees me through the window pane
And goes her own way

Tripping up the stairs, I say
What is it that could've led me this way?

Waiting in the summertime
I guess I was born under that sign
I'd break my limbs and scrape my knees

Out of gas and I'm out of luck
Joe comes to pick me up
I guess that makes the two of us
Sprinkled in the dust

Tripping up the stairs, I say
What is it that could've led me this way?

My mother gave me her guitar
I had dreams to go far
All my friends wound up in bars



Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Cochran
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