the blue ribbon contestant

The fog has lifted yet the haze is stayin'

spirits won't rest so you better keep prayin'

that you find the strength to let them go

thirty four years is a long time ago

don't lose your grip and go insane

forget Beazley dolls and Littler Lane

you mind is a volcano with hot bubbling lava

you lose your temper and we get the laughter

sit down and type indecipherable dreck

redeem your words with a simple spellcheck

Go take your dog for a walk in the park

Come back later, the sun has set and it's dark

Be calm, rest with me under a crescent moon.

The wine is on ice and i'll be in your bed soon.

love, Brian.