Tim McFate - French-Cut Kisses

I don't pursue things 
Things pursue me
I think what I think 
I see what I see
It was the bottom of the barrel
I saw it on TV 
It was the bottom of the barrel 
For all the world to see

The back of the hand 
Comes quick these days
The writing is on the wall 
Believe it or not I can read that scroll
French cut kisses
Mismatched dishes
I here you are worried about me
My Friend

A fever is burning
In cities far away
Whipping posts and southern ghosts
On The boulevard today
I read the words 
They go on forever
Hateful people yapping their jaw
Think they're clever
The barbecue is ready 
What leg  do you stand on

The clouds are moving in 
The storm will soon begin
You're going to get wet
Yea you're going to get wet
Dont know where you're going
Don't know where you've been
When I was a kid, I was a kid
When I did I did what I did
When I fucked it up I hit the road
I begged
I borrowed 
And I sold

I won't let it get me down 
I am not a clown
I don't prescribe 
To the ordinary dive

There were those French cut kisses
Mismatched dishes
I here you are worried about me
My Friend

Turn that radio on
It plays your favorite song
It took some time for all to see  
The fatal flaw, but finally
It's your call
Overcast this morning 
Neighbors blue roof 
Ice coffee from yesterday 
On the TV John Wilkes Booth

Past present and future
We got from Cradle to the grave

When I was a child 
The sky was burning  blue
Some prayed for rain, Tornadoes came
And they swept up the likes of  me and you
I grabbed your legs 
A nylon with a run
Those were not your legs
You weren't the only one

Nothings far away
When it happened in the past
Run that engine lean
You got to make it last
Make it last
Make it last

I remember those French cut kisses
Those mismatched dishes
I here you are worried about me
My Friend
French cut kisses
Mismatched dishes
I hear you worried about me
My Friend

Written by:
Timothy McFate

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