Off set, nights long
Coming up coming true yeah it's coming on
Ain't seen trouble much, ya it's been a month or two
Bottomed out on the way, on my way to you
Ahh yeah
No fret, nights long
Headed strait to the hills where the wild things belong
Foresight on the north side, gotta sink into
I could send it away, gotta week or two
Ahh yeah
Alright
Cold thoughts in the morning, gotta drift into
Pounding head with the wake and cold sweats too
I could wait to speak I could wait to breath
I could wait to think
Pining over my dreams
Is it, nah, is it true?
Missed a snake with a rock, I'll go sing the blues
Two o'clock in the morning
And the winds so true
All the crickets and the bugs and the frogs hush too
Two o'clock in the morning and airs so smooth
From the bottom to the top, found my way to you
Ahh yeah
Alright
Ahh yeah
Alright