Westbound Mongrel A
JINGLES
[Verse 1]
Crickets make the season
Said the piano to the dog
And the lions have no reason
To die behind the fog
And the time I still have left
It's not what I suppose
Music in my head, is putting me on hold
Where's my rose, where's my rose?
[Bridge]
All these W.I.P.s on main
Each a half-wave in the rain
[Verse 2]
Bonfires as big as ice cream truck
Man, that's just my luck
Fireworks in plain reverse
Quiet's worse, dark is worse
In the Nyquil fields
Therе are no souvenirs
Do you color your songs
With the thought of my tеars
[Bridge]
There is a draft in the coat check
There is a bruise on my own neck
I catch myself shopping
For a midnight mile
With a daybreak smile
