How Do You Like Our Anthill

[cageriley]

Made up my mind
and baby,
I'm gonna leave.

Dug my feet into the sand
and wipe the sunday
from my hands
I'm coming home.

And the flowers pronouced
your name. There is
a guitar and tear in
their eyes.

This trail is fading away
I can't find where
the next step begins.

Comments

[anonymous]

coming home?