Annie Hayden Weather
How's the weather in your guitar?
Has the gutter gotten clogged?
A coat of arms Your charms are drowned and out
You're rusty and old
So now we're wading through highs and lows
You pitch perfection or sides that never show
Look how the beat surrenders; surrender too!
Let me lift your chin up so we have a glimpse of you
I'm okay with what you're going to say
The strings come in when you
Talk to me
This is not the first time
That an old friend told me a lie
(you know that all friends come and go)
(we'll always have this rock and roll)
