put my money on the table,
bought nothing but time,
cuz i haven't been up the mountain
in quite a freakin while.
the blanket is the star of the night,
bon voyage to my imaginary friend,
bring on the bastard coyotes
to bite everything right.
my brain doesn't let me
play the piano,
but Lauren has still got it
in her somewheres.
maybe when I am 30 again
in the next life,
I will do things only slightly differently,
and try to get it right.