Give me Greenstone when I shake
And beeswax when I rattle
Cuz I don’t want to know
This rising tide of ugly
With my guitar so bright
And trembling painted rhymes
I will tear a hole
In the white sky ceiling
Hold on
Give me ink outside a pen
And crackling magic in the grooves
Cuz I don’t want to go
A day without some wisdom
The kites are touching down
In Old Line, softly on her underground
And we can rule our own
Laughing animal kingdom
Courting calling cartoon moons
They send you end over end
In the glow of the dashboard’s midnight grin
A maze of sidewalk defends
A ghostly garden growing
The crop of safe-top pebbles for your head
Hold on
Hold on
To your little friends
^Another new song. No stealing. ©Sam Cooper (ASCAP)
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