Pretty Little Ditty

Propped up on a bench

In Officer's Square

Holding my heart in both hands

And I'm digging around for the ticker that's broken

But if it still don't beat right I'm lost

Stars on the green where we did once speak

Over Jameson Whiskey and Teas

Thinking out loud, my body did show

Some fear that we'd both sleep alone

Down for the count

I'm hitting the road

Before I can't leave here at all

Now for the time I'll just sit and think

I'll ponder my life to the ground