I've been alternatively wistful and and party wild,
but for the moment my emotions are on hold,
so I got to pull up the thoughts of you I've compiled
with regard to those moments that peaked.
It gives me a quiet buzz
thinking about the day that was,
about the time that twas
I saw your silhouette move towards me .
Coffee in the morning is getting mundane.
Bourbon straight up at night just numbs temporarily.
Why is it I get giddy
and the fireworks go off
every time you come to town and say howdy?
Some people take substances to help them stay sane,
but there's always the chance you could freak.
So I just wait for the blues to bugger off
when you come around and set the fireworks off.
I get uncorked whenever I dream of you.
That's why I'm sending this report to you.
I don't know if you know what you do.
I don't get fired up by Cuban vacations,
Hot spots burn me up
and I eventually get bored by the view.
But the fireworks fly
When I think of you.
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