Song Of 27 (Buckner Richard)

Though, I may be miles away from her With years that pass without a word I've never seen a moon so high Her name hangs down from there, tonight So, put your little hand away I've seen such needy days before On nights like this, my hope returns Though, I may be miles away from her A locket just for good luck A pocket knife for long nights And a sleepy little dreamer With still, miles to go 27, take me home And pour that last year down my throat The days will fade and the nights will burn Though, I may be miles away from her I see her in the doorway Staring a hole through it all The first of many fits And the last one was, man, the last one was So check your lock and close your eyes When you wake up, I'll be all right Never tell them where it hurts And keep your bullet, safe inside The wind has wept and the sky is slurred But we slept through the sunrise, too I'm dreaming still of who you were Though, I may be miles away from her