Jason lytle

Hangtown , sing the final song It's called the tree from wish you hang , It's done no wrong Hangtown , the birds have not yet gone They're waiting around to see you fly on The sorry cartboard cowboys...

Eaters dying darling Please forgive me he said For me for my true love for dead She flashed him near a message Asked him how to get home Although he'd knew she'd never call Still he said willow wand...

Forget it Let's forget it

I know what avenue there was a shop Where on my way to school you stayed I stopped And in the window I would see you seem Made up of miniature and tiny things The border and the small simplicities...

The last thing I heard I was left for dead I could give two shits about what they said I may be limping but I'm coming home All work and no play might'a done me in But I'm stoked I'm back after where...

He was found face down on a desert floor From the looks of him he couldn't take anymore If he was dead or alive I just wasn't sure And wow all of the sudden he uttered these words Said he ended up...

His eyes were closed But he heard her voice On his twenty inch Sony TV And when she spoke Of flurries of snow He breathed out a sigh of relief The weather girl who was in his heart Is the same one...

Write my name on a map And ask the ranger where I'm at Mark an X on the spot That place that we both loved a lot Now turn around and head for town And hope tonight I might keep warm Well I'll keep...

Get up and go you can do it Everything's gonna be alright Get up and go you can do it Everything's gonna be alright You can do it, you can do it You can do it, you can do it Everything's gonna be...

From window set in biben cluster Where clases spot where she sat last year Lost a top the ramp was shivering now Now I cut the wood I feel the stove I eat my soup and write my notes Recalling the last...