Let's Play Guitar in a Five Guitar Band

That was the last time I ever saw her-

Through a shop window, sleeves to her elbows.

I walked past and kept on walking

And lit a smoke with my hands shaking.She was something elseA few summers ago

We spent weeks in her room

Just having sex and listening to jazz

And that was the life.But I didn't know at the timeBlinds drawn at twelve noon

With daylight pouring through

Projecting lines on her bodyMove on, move on, move on

Smoke your smoke and move onI should go back

See if she's still there

Standing like a statue

Songwriters

Matthew B Bayles;Erin David Johnson;Cory Micheal Murchy;David Erik Knudson;Jake Henry SniderPublished by

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