Your rails. Your thin. Your thin paper wings. Your thin paper wings. In the winddangling. Your sun. Fly high. Your window shattering. Your rails. Your thin.
You know I lost a friend. The other day. She said, she'd like to stay. But she's on her way. . And I can't believe. That she's leaving me. And it's been so long goin' on.
(Chris Hillman - Gram Parson). . No affection were the words that stuck on my mind. When she walked out on me for the very last time. Oh mama, sweet mama can you tell me what to say.