i wrote this song when i was about 18, and have tried to get it recorded on and off since then
lyrics
i never thought i'd be in this place now
i turn to jelly when i see your face now
i’d call you up for a little fun now
i never thought that you would pull your gun now
can’t get no sleep can’t get no rest
with this shard of you stuck in my chest
i’d like to come home and meet your mother, yeah
joke with your father, wrestle with your brother, yeah
take you for ice cream or a picture show
a house fire, funeral, as long as you’ll go
i’ll lie with you along the riverbed,
and just listen to the buzzing inside my head,
mayfly
doctor, doctor, can you give me a pill now
i got a fever and i can't sit still now
my head is spinning, my tongue is tied now
(wordless)
no words for the things you do,
when one kiss from you can turn my tongue to glue
alright listen
mayfly
well, old joshua cried, and he beat the ground,
and the lord came down with a terrible sound,
oh lord,
yes lord,
and those city walls they came a tumbling down
the people played and they played out loud,
and the walls came a crashing and a tumbling down,
oh lord,
yes ma'am,
them mighty walls they came a crashing down.
alright,
yes ma'am
you got me seeing homesteads with front porch stairs
dog on a hearth and a rocking chair
i’ll settle down with a preacher’s daughter
and watch the mayflies in the stagnant water
mayfly
mayfly
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