Matthew Hemerlein
It's Our Home
The time I see is about 80 years ago when the skies were more clearIf we dress up and pretend to be free from nocturnity and the phoneThe garden gave her gifts for all of us to useThe girls are beautiful and subtly perfumedWith just a hint of boozeThe heat perpetuates our free and easy waysI wish that I could stayOne more dayAnd now the clock has taken back control of our bodies and souls one more timeNostalgia seeps into aquatic thoughtsEach memory is wrought from the lineThe cigarettes have burned, there's nothing left to drinkThe spilled off hours hearing laughter makes me thinkThis city's on the brinkOf changing into an oasis of my ownWe'll never be aloneIt's our home
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