Till the morning comes

Some say all that you know
Is what you are
And itís hard to, think like you do
Here from afar
Donít ya know?

Well I know of a place far down from here.
Bonfires and fireflies, with dancing spheres.
So let the good times roll
And let your hair hang down.
Cuz you know we arenít gonna stop
Till the morning comes around.

And Iíll drive my wheels all through the country.
Iíd walk the mile, just to come back home to you.
Ways of the world, got me feeliní down, so low.
I need to come back home, to the place Iíve known.
Written by the_unheard (Snake_charmer)
Author's Note
Another song from my band, this is only half of it tho.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 2 reading list entries 1
comments 0 reads 56
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
Today 5:05am by Poetrybydhyana
Today 3:24am by Taurek
Today 1:41am by butters
Today 1:23am by eswaller
6th December 2019 11:43pm by Jade-Pandora
6th December 2019 10:17pm by Umm