Arms Outstretched
Porch Step Blues
On an old white step
On your porch I wept
Singing no sweet song
Just one that’s slow and long
What’s one more drink?
Procrastinating time to think
It’s an answer but no sollution
Grief and hard liquor our pollution
But there’s no more
Crying on the floor
I know by now that I
Can’t ask for more, but I wonder
What it feels like going under
On the long lake bridge
With you I wish I could have been
There to sing you a tune
To wake you up So you could see the moon
One last time.
But there’s no more
Crying on the floor
I know by now that I
Can’t ask for more, but I wonder
What it feels like going under
What frame of mind do you subscribe to?
What frame of mine, will you fit into?
What frame of mind did you subscribe to?
What frame of mind, would you fit into?
I miss you, I do, I do I do.
I miss you, I do, I do I do.
I miss you, I do, I do I do.