Skipjack from Skipjack by Whetstone

I wish that I
Had something to hide
Then maybe you
Would feel more satisfied

Time feels too long
There’s a man on his way down
And you’re an empty song
Shakin through that town

Like an early dawn
They sell it pound for pound
Won’t be no surprise
When I’m on the ground

It came to me
If I turned along that way
Then maybe we
Could learn from yesterday

Someday we’ll try
To stop begging for change
Learn to ask why
Nothing seems too strange

Time feels too long
You're a man on his way down
And he's an empty song
Shakin through that town

Every dollar gone
Stretched out on the sand
Looking like a hell
Of a man

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