Oh, feeling maybe he'll see a little better set a days. Oh, hand out. Faces that he sees time again ain't that familiar. Oh, dark grin. He can't help when his happy looks insane.
Thoughts arrive like butterflies.
Oh, someday, yea, he'll begin his life again. Looking through the paper though he doesn't know to read. Oh, praying now to something that has never showed him anything. Understands the weather of the winters on its way. Few and far between all the legal halls of shame.