Butter,
butter,
butter,
butter
Writing the lines as they come to me
Scratching them out almost immediately
Don't know what it's done to me
Well it's cold,
it's wet,
it's been raining all night
And there's a letter I've been trying to write
Something better waiting somewhere for me
One of them is sitting on the wrong coast
108 sun and some fire and time pause
Try
to remember how long it's been
When there was more to us than paper and pen
Think how easy it is to conceal
And I know when we're together again
We'll be strangers for an hour and then We'll
have to figure out if this thing is real
And one of them is sitting on the wrong coast 108
sun and some fire and time pause
Waiting,
waiting, waiting
Cold and wet and rain all night
There's a letter I gotta write
And something better is waiting for me One of them is sitting
on the easy coast 108 sun and some fire and time pause Waiting,
waiting, waiting