Lucy's
An unfamiliar place where you'd rather stay
A meditation plan when you sway and sink
I want a found out town for the caroler who sounds
Like quiet when the sun goes down
I swear I'll be alright although Lucy's in the sky
She waters the ground with gin she pours it out
Onto the shadow of her home-state tree
She's not ready to let it be
In awe with the medals you burned for someone's heart
A scene I kept dreaming make me swollen then sharp