Woorden: The Gone Jackals. Drop The Hammer.

Stars spinning,
the earth forgiving our backs.
Pines season
the cool wind as we fill our chests.
Babe, you dropped the hammer of love,
you dropped the hammer of love
on me.
Babe, you dropped the hammer of love,
don't drop the hammer of love
on me.

Beer flows through
tequila through Lucy's sequins.
Kids snoring,
the boom box sings "Dandelion".


Now you're in the stars
up in the autumn lights -
A stage set the befits
a Chieftain of our tribe.
Don't forget me
as I await my flight.
I wish on a star
for you tonight.

If there is a way it can be arranged -
when my time comes I'd like to, again, share a stage.