Holding Patterns

sometimes we say goodnight and everything goes black where's the easy life? babe, my other life it's going out of control but I wont go tonight I'm taking it slow for you for you for you anything for you where do I take myself when everything goes bl

I am calling from the grave don't be startled there are things I couldn't say before I departed mercy on you mostly for the blunders mistakes I many made along the way to where I lie there are apples in the trees and a swollen river and I move along