Polite Sleeper
Lafayette
Sky touching down along MyrtleLooks like God painted a canvasAnd either screwed it up real badOr got a call and left itNow I'm standing witness toEither a mess or a masterpieceIf I could trust my instinct just a littleThe answer'd be easySeven AM, racing down LafayetteTrying to stay clear of the city sanitation trucksAn early morning breeze cuttingThrough this mop of hairNo red light could stop this pounding heartOr take away the last touch from you half-nakedLying there as I was putting on these shoesAnd all the right mistakes brought me to youAnd all the right mistakes brought me to youNothing I doNowhere I goIs lost on meBetter not be lost on you
From Letras Mania