The Lucksmiths
i don t want to walk around alone no more
I donât want to walk around alone no more
In sleepytown, no fun no more
Itâs silent till the breeze strips bark from the trees
I donât want to lie tonight in bed alone
Or light a fire when no-one else is home
Hereâs a picture of a skeleton I drew when I missed my friends
I send them all my photographs
Cecilia St down to old St Maryâs Pass
Some double exposure shots of pelicans in polka dots
Iâve got horizons
Iâve got my license
But this truckâs all broken down
And nothing can shake this now
Stuck here in sleepytown
- :
- First Frost
- Warmer Corners
- Naturaliste
- Where Were We?
- Staring At The Sky
- Happy Secret
- What Bird Is That?
- The Green Bicycle Case
- Boondoggle
- Miscellaneous
- A Good Kind Of Nervous
- First Tape
- Spring a Leak
- Get-to-Bed Birds
- The Matinée Grand Prix
- Cartography for Beginners
- Midweek Midmorning
- T-Shirt Weather
- A Boy, a Girl, and a Rendezvous
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