Posts in Earleine
Still Call

Summer looked fine to me

Pale lightning burning in the sheets

Coffee on the front porch, laughing in the tub

Wondering what you were thinking of

Mountain living’s harder every year

Wasted nights just wiping off the tears

We were growing distant like silence in the trees

We just smiled and turned on the heat

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Rita

Where did you go drinking last night

Were you alone were you alright

I could have called you by your name

Would things have changed or stayed the same

Rita I can’t listen to you anymore

It’s my time, it’s my time

And Rita I can hear you knocking at my door

It’s my time, it’s my time

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