honey-bee

I'd like to slip into a coma

While in a county I've never visited

Surrounded by unknown faces

My time would come

And I would end

As quietly as I begun


by me josh b

Tom Petty

Well, I don't know, but I've been told,
You never slow down, you never grow old.
I'm tired of screwin' up, tired of going down,
Tired of myself, tired of this town.

Oh, my, my. Oh, hell, yes.
Honey, put on that party dress.
Buy me a drink, sing me a song.
Take me as I come 'cause I can't stay long.

There's pigeons down on Market Square.
She's standin' in her underwear,
Lookin' down from a hotel room.
Nightfall will be comin' soon.

Oh, my, my. Oh, hell, yes.
You got to put on that party dress.
It was too cold to cry when I woke up alone.
I hit my last number and walked to the road.



*please note I a, not in any complaining about the city in which I reside.
I wholly love Warner Robins; however, this song just plainly owns, much like myself.
Why yes, all I do is own.