John T. Wurzer - Half Of The Time

Well little miss Arkansas comes drifting down the road
You look in her eyes and you might see mine
She might have a card to draw from a window laced in gold
She might have a song about wasted time

Half of my days are spent in silent thought
Half of my nights are filled with wine
Most of my songs are just forget me nots
I swear that I love her half of the time

You might even chance to meet the inside of her ears
She'll listen and talk with a scented rhyme
She'll never convict you with a jury of your peers
She'll ask if you're sure you've committed a crime

Half of my days are spent in silent thought
Half of my nights are filled with wine
And most of my songs are just forget me nots
I swear that I love her half of the time

And late in the evening with a candle at your heels
When you're calling ridiculous sublime
You might hear the echo of her voice like baby seals
I swear that I love her half of the time

Half of my days are spent in silent thought
Half of my nights are filled with wine
And most of my songs are just forget me nots
I swear that I love her half of the time

They'd call you snake if you had visions like I do
You'd burn at the stake or end up locked in a traitor's zoo
They'd tell you your better half is lost in double dealing
And half of the time you're better off with half of the feeling

Well little miss Arkansas comes drifting down the road
You look in her eyes and you might see mine
She might have a card to draw from a window laced in gold
She might have a song about wasted time

Half of my days are spent in silent thought
Half of my nights are filled with wine
And half of my songs are just forget me nots
I swear that I love her half of the time
I swear that I love her half of the time
I swear that I love her half of the time

Written by:
John Wurzer

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