Hazy
Rodes Rollins
Paul is in the backyard
Sifting through the moldy leaves.
Sweat drips out of focus,
Hazy in between the weeks.
I'd like somebody to tell me where I go.
I'd like somebody to tell me where I fall.
Chocolate in the morning.
Whiskey in the afternoon.
Bath time is a calling.
Baby myself till I'm blue.
I'd like somebody to tell me where I go.
I'd like somebody to tell me where I fall.