Restless Thunder Part Two

Lyrics (below) and Song by: David B.
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Lyrics:
The sun's touching the moon in the middle of the street
You put favorite kicks on tired worn out feet
It’s Friday night, your workweek starts
you slide unnoticed from car to bar
gazing and praying through tomorrow far away
memories playing in haze of yesterday
as faith flies by tripping Licia Keys
a shallow sea of goal’s lost melodies
And, another night drips, drips, drips
like the drinks you pour
you donate pints but don’t keep score
of macho boys three shot bores
or mid-life’s needy men twilight’s whores
Your willow lips make women want a piece
grey misty eyes bring them to their knees
Your far off smile makes grown men weep
you remind them of life’s tragedies
Like when you say…“It’s 2am, last song, last call”
“You can’t stay here, go home y’all”
Hope’s liquid chorus etched in bar and wall
“You can’t stay here, go home y’all”
Then you lock the door and leave with three shot meme
after melting one night stand’s distant dreams
with Jack and Coke in piss-stained stall
as IT floats high stealing parent’s balls
as IT floats high stealing parent’s balls
Image: Leonardo
Music: Udio