And waking up is hard to do
Walk along a lonely road
In the darkest hour that comes before dawn
If wild yellow flowers now seem brown
And the tallest trees seem short
Visit the ocean just once more
And throw a stone at those wild wild crows
If the ship you sailed on sails no more
And time now moves just too slow
Reach deep sea in a fishing boat
Or chase downhill a mountain goat
Written by: RJX
And the tallest trees seem short
Visit the ocean just once more
And throw a stone at those wild wild crows
If the ship you sailed on sails no more
And time now moves just too slow
Reach deep sea in a fishing boat
Or chase downhill a mountain goat
Written by: RJX
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