A Goodbye Rye (Buckner Richard)

Once upon a blue thing or two Eyes in sight, the moon confused We heard the sparks fly and we watched their lies Some died in retreat, some in jealousy You know boredom breeds, temptation in its wake But do look at what temptation's done The spirit is here in the hollow, a message at the bottom of the bottle Oh, the sky tonight is gray, all the quiver and the quake Reaching away goodbye rye Been bled on down the road But when the buzz was over, man It was getting cold The years are slow, so I lye low Do you want your name to burn away? Oh, but I decide, honey, will I ride? Along and through and over you Sleep shame, Reno's low behind in flames So with your misty mist and your low land frame Won't you sleep shame?