The intensity in tent cities where we learn to live a little on the weekend states that we appropriate. So inebriated, I don't know what time that band is going on. I have to stop and ask you what's going on and maybe lie to you about my religion. Well just a smidgeon.
I know that lying is a sin and it's not right; where do I begin? But it's true that I play in a band with some Mennonites and they dance too, I've seen them do it. Those Menno siblings don't give a shit, and they don't care if it's sinning 'cause it's winning to them. And I wish I we could dance for hours to this electro, but the band had to go.
In the morning, wake, try not to bake in the searing sun, so you take a dip in the river's run. And I saw you standing by the shore, with my sister's name and the pink hat that you wore. We said hello and laughed about last night. I hope you think I'm all right. But I have to go, the current's pulled me around the bend. And I hope I see you again, my beautiful, new friend.