Low Hill

Duration

2:16

Genres

Acoustic

Lyrics

Low Hill – William McGuffey Perry Crawled over a hill Blood long since spilled Sought anonymous normal night Like the kind you might find in a motel Positioned myself and saw Against the law My flimsy will Flapping on the window sill That’s what I saw Then comes the dawn Wound up all wrong Got onto phone and Arranged passage home before too long Time on my hands I browsed the vendor’s stands But there’s never anything That’s gonna make my hat sit still in my hands Shapeless dead times Like perfect mind Don’t have to think Ashes in the bathroom sink of the motel Gone round again Same sights and then Make some change and head back out into rain Like it’s your friend