79

Going back, through pages I’ve read
But couldn’t see back them
Call it a new look
I guess I am one to write it off
Before it’s done
Oh my 79, were you beating when I came?
Oh my 79, would you leave me just the same?
Tearing through a mess of old notes I kept
But couldn’t own back then
Call it a shame
Call it time at the pine
Giving in smoking down
Oh my 79, were you beating when I came?
Oh my 79, would you leave me just the same?