Flipped into the wind
Like the ashes of her cigarette
He got scattered thrown on the breeze
As he tried to forget
He lost all his heat
And his heart never will be the same
He got lighter than air
But he'll only come down in the rain
Strung out and hung out to dry
Laughin' under the line
It's not such a dignified place
But he really don't mind
He says with his feet on the ground
He'd have nothin' to say
Claims he likes it up there
And he'll only come down in the rain
You can read him as clear as the wall
Where he once wrote his name
It was right next to hers
But it'll only come down in the rain
That's all, I've been busy plotting. November is soon!
What's the song.
Next- hunkering down, writing, working , avoiding complications.