Transcription: 30 days has it tambourined, fell as soon I will remember Remember how it feels to fall back into form A hopeful cause is what I call when a memory is forced to start Now they're forcing themselves back into mine The lighter side of flood waters Or the darker side of white daughters Sober some and humble any pride So what I find all this timber are 30 more days I won't remember till something bring them all back late next fall. you Caught a strong breeze and my leaves are falling Got no time for useless calling Phone rings with nobody on the line Got a good mind to head to the west Now that our ...
