Buster

And the wind turbines
Blow birds at our feet
The syndrome grows like weeds
Father weeps

I hear him at nighttime
Goes out beyond the pines
Sits by the riverside
In the moonlit mud he cries

With half an ounce of smack
An old .44
And the silver needle
Rest assure

I hear him at nighttime
Goes out beyond the pines
Sits by the riverside
In the moonlit mud he cries

Add it to the catalogue
Of man's affair with that warm gun
My wife my life
You know that sort of thing

I hear him at nighttime
Goes out beyond the pines
Sits by the riverside
In the moonlit mud he cries

Never meant to make it
Past eighteen
Now here i am
Over thirty

Where did the time go
Where did the time go
Where did the time go



Credits
Writer(s): Terrence Walsh
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