Glorytellers - New T-Shirt

Among old tires and bold golden rods
Whistlin’ through the reeds I hear it
Strong in the currents, stoic facade
You’re in the fatigable spirits

I can learn to respect your space
As the river’s children learn to love and fear it
But you can’t ask me to leave this place
Now I must always be near it

For your hand I can’t wait
Despite your demand
I’m going test my fate
In this divorce I will not participate
For your love I won’t wait

One block down Water Street, your t-shirt glows
Thin arms of brass from all the blazin’
Well I need to know where each new crease goes
Steve keeps telling me I’m crazy

Hey how’s it going? Just need to get those keys
Three pairs of Chinos and the Martin
Well I must admit you both seem quite at ease
But hell if he knows where your heart is

My companion I can’t wait
If you don’t want to pick a fight
Well I’ll be the instigator
As friend of foe I’m gonna see you later
My companion I can’t wait

Did you know I’d take the bait?
Don’t you fuck with me you infatuator!
Thought you were a confidant but you’re just a traitor