Drip. Drip. Drop.

About six foot tall. Blue eyes.

 

 

Drip. Drip. Drop.

Mark Pearce (c) 2009

 

 

             I hope there’s a light

            At the end of this funnel

            To guide me through

            This raging night.

 

            I hope there’s a dog,

            A dog named “Perky,”

            To protect me

            Till I’m right.

 

            I hope there’s a bear

            As big as Texas

            So then I’ll know

            That I’m not stoned.

 

            I hope there’s you

            And your doppelganger

            Who both will gently

            Guide me home.

 

            And when the wind

            Blows on the Brazos

            And when the sun

            Begins to shine

 

            I hope there’s you

            The one and only.

            I hope there’s you

            And you are mine.

 

Author's Note

D # three octives above high C.

Reviews

[Emily B]

I've heard a similar song before . . . I remember thinking that if they just put it in D# three octaves above high C that it might be a big hit . . . :)

lovely words