Liked no responsibility
No expectations on me
Liked the whiskey and the brandy
The white and the dark

I liked living freely
eternal days we spent
just you and me on the road
or smokin' in the park

Kind of liked late waking
Waking aching If waking was a tall,
All we had to do was light foil pain gone,
The brown the white our arc

I miss them mission’s
We’d go on , them strange positions
We’d end up in, mood magicians
Just you and me and Clarke

But maybe now is better
Reality a blessing as well as fetter
At least my mind is fitter
And don’t have to worry ‘bout the narc

growing up come late
and I feel a weight lately
Now’s I must own my fate
On the world make my mark

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