Lyrics

They put a cup in my hands A hand across my eyes Said I looked older And not a bit wise You see the words they were learned And certainly mine I spent six months looking For the rest of the rhyme I wanna get more, not just get by C'mon, c'mon , I'm waiting on you C'mon, c'mon, give me the news I'm counting on you There's clouds in my bottle Smoke in my eyes And over my shoulder A dishwater sky Further is the heat , bending the light The cabin door swings on one stubborn wire I wanna get more, not just get by C'mon, c'mon , I'm waiting on you C'mon, c'mon, give me the news I'm counting on you