My Bow Lowered

A Country Song

+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+
My bow lowered
Thanks to her hand
On my jagged old shoulders
Let’s light a bluer kind of fire
The size of a pilot
Which brings us money
We can help each other out
We can be alive in every direction
But Ooooo
Trivial tributes in this case will not do
You are too high against the blue
Sure I’m
Perched in monologue
Singing green songs about
You and me
Till Two
But what if I could be
Perched in monologue
Singing green songs
Together in the same room
With you

Together till
Two o clock
Sharp no blues

After 7000 years 
We’re singing green songs
together in the same room
We’re singing
Two

But no
Trivial tributes
will not do
High as you are
Too high up against the blue

And I’m Squawking monologues
Trivial shit
That Won’t do

So this is a country song
I hope you can hear it
I made it for you
I call it
Trivial Tribute
number 2,222
+_+_+_+_+_