A Boy and His Log

If it were up to you
I think I can tell
I'm going straight to Hell
But what's a boy to do
When he's under your spell
You know it never ends well
Leaves you blackened and blue

Flying blind
Against the wind
And all the time
You'd rather swim
But it's alright to know
That you may never win

I said
Flying blind
Against the wind
But all the time
You'd rather have a swim
But it's alright to know
That you may never win

If it were up to you
I think I can tell
I'll be going to Hell
What's a boy to do
When he's under your spell
You know it never ends well
Leaves you blackened and blue



Credits
Writer(s): Chris Mccabe
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