Reflections of Sunday

Derailed the party train.
With no more love to make.
I try so hard to fake it.
But all I have to say is.

Hey Hey Fire Lake
Hey Hey Can ya take it?

Cuttin' down the lawn of grass.
Whiskey is water in an empty glass.
There ain't no way to change it.
Looking high inside I wanna take it.

Hey Hey Fire Lake
Hey Hey Can ya say it?

Every night see the color blue.
Inside the ice cold brew.
It was somewhere I could fade away.
Reflections on Sunday.

SuperBowl FUNDAY!

Words and Music by DaveSTuff