Sundowner - The Panics

They put a cup in my hands

A hand across my eyes

Said I looked older

And not a bit wise

You see the words they were learned

And certainly mine

I spent six months looking

For the rest of the rhyme

I wanna get more, not just get by

C’mon, c’mon, I’m waiting on you

C’mon, c’mon, give me the news

I’m counting on you

There’s clouds in my bottle

Smoke in my eyes

And over my shoulder

A dishwater sky

Further is the heat, bending the light

The cabin door swings on one stubborn wire

I wanna get more, not just get by

C’mon, c’mon, I’m waiting on you

C’mon, c’mon, give me the news

I’m counting on you