They put a cup in my hands
A hand across my eyes
Said I looked older
And not a bit wise
You see the words they were learned
And certainly mine
I spent six months looking
For the rest of the rhyme
I wanna get more, not just get by
C'mon, c'mon , I'm waiting on you
C'mon, c'mon, give me the news
I'm counting on you
There's clouds in my bottle
Smoke in my eyes
And over my shoulder
A dishwater sky
Further is the heat , bending the light
The cabin door swings on one stubborn wire
I wanna get more, not just get by
C'mon, c'mon , I'm waiting on you
C'mon, c'mon, give me the news
I'm counting on you

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