Age Old Tale - Ryley Walker

«Set me up», says the man with a tall order

And age old tale, undersigned

Post script- «I ran out of space»

And «I can still smile with the taste of zig-zag»

Whats a mile a minute to somebody walking backwards in daylight savings time?

Not very fast I guess

Go on, take my advice brother

Skip out on the bill, and piss on the rest

Sitting in my beater

Dead of winter, busted heater

And it always feels like quitting time

I wanna pull you from my mind

Hold you in my hands, and let you unwind

In a harvest of sepia, you came as ox blood

Wednesday was a ruby, and Thursday was a flood

And I’m beloved by the loved, who love to love

And I can still cut loose on a weekday night