My Huckleberry

So an ordinary rave in march has gone
And an ordinary song just plays along
I could swear I heard you creeping down the stairs, piling up the bottles
And calling, calling for me

The songs we used to play they keep me there
And the scent of wood and Bourbon in the air
Damn right I try to move and move along some
And the world, they say, it goes around some
It goes around some for me

You could my huckleberry

I wonder if you'd miss these blazing days
When we kind of forgot the world and it's ways
I could swear I heard you creeping down the stairs, piling up the bottles
Still calling, oh won't stop calling for me

You could my huckleberry

I'm lost in the rain
So, who would explain
The rules of a game that are never the same
So here's to the team
Here's to the dream
Floating around on a rose coloured cloud, to get us
High, up high, so high



Credits
Writer(s): Valentin Ritz
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