Leif Vollebekk
Photographer Friend
Photographer friend, photographer friendYou know I need you in the endYou ain’t like my other friendsYou never judgeA picture’s worth a thousand wordsIt explains why we don’t talkAs we travel past the perfumed rows of hemlock treesWith one wheel in my hands And four more on the roadAnd you, you’re hanging out of the windowOne day we’ll be married to different peopleAny stills you keep’ll keep us still untilYou take the future and leave me with the pastPhotographer friend, photographer friendMost things they never lastPhotographer friend, photographer friendMost things they never lastYou’ll see the future change the color of the pastPhotographer friend, photographer friendMost things they never last
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