HEERS

Tipsy with St. John he's got me

feelin' like a kid on halloween

And he asks me what I wanna

be. I got nothin to say

He says that's ok he says.

I don't either but I got my

dreams and maybe some are

Apparitions in the fog.

But still I see them

Down in my soul like little girls

in bows held up on

Little boys' shoulders.

Do people, when they're older,

See distances on maps get smaller

And promises of happiness stalled?

I wanna see you again.

Now she's drawin' circles in the air

The ground is movin' under

me but to where?

Met Ms. Susie and she got a puke-red

apple in the ball of her chin.

So I hugged her neck

And said I'm sorry for the way I been

She said aw that's ok.

Into my shoulder she said

oh-oh-oh-oh

Now that I'm oh-oh-older

The distances on maps have got smaller

And promises of happiness stalled

I wanna see you again.