For Your Pleasure

For your pleasure In our present state Part false part true Like anything We present ourselves. The words we use tumble All over your shoulder Gravel hard and loose. There all night lying With your dark horse hiding Abhorring such extremes. Your rubbing shoulders With the stars at night Shining so bright Getting older But you'll wake up soon And fight In the morning Things you worried about Last night Will seem lighter I hope things Will turn out right. Old man Through every step a change You watch me walk away Tara tara...