Jennifer O'connor Century Estates
Maybe she's on her lunchbreak thinking of you
Or typing words on a screen flashing black and blue
God keeps us guessing and I've been guessing hard
There's hardly a word to screw this hurt back in to the
stars
I dream vacations and arguments plucked from a vine
I lost my keys in the vacuum of your worried mind
I can't move from sleeping and sleeping is the way that I
move
Over the mountain, across the valley and back to you
Please report me missing to the sheriff of Century
Estates
I'm not going to listen and I won't feign escape
God keeps us guessing and I've been guessing hard
Over the Mountain, Across The Valley and Back to the
Stars
