September 2, 2016

Lyrics

Our home, it is
Just a hole in an old oak tree
And the birds and the bees are flyin' through our living room and
Watching our TVs
Come October, we'll
Fill our blankets up with leaves
But for now we can dangle down our feet below
And collect rocks and things
And holy Augustine!
Just let me sleep tonight
With one arm around a great white dove
And the windows open wide
Bring your brother, and
Bring your baby sister too
There are stones to throw
And coins to press down on the rails
And holes in all our shoes
If you're lonesome
There's a sky all full of stars
If you're hungry
There's always something buried in the backseat of our cars
And holy Augustine!
Just let me sleep tonight
With one arm around a great white dove
And the windows open wide
And waking up beside you,
We got rosy-colored skulls
We got huckleberry medicine
And sparrows in our throats
Shouting out, 'sweet Augustine!
There's nowhere else but here'
So throw your arms up wild
And let that dove fly free
If you miss me
You can look down by the docks
Where the seagulls catch those tiny crabs all hiding
And the wooden sailboats rock
I am waiting
Growing old and growing up
I am staying here inside this old oak tree
With my daydreams and my love
So stay awhile here beside me
My lonesome great white dove

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