Hand Me A Beer

look at the sky…

it’s orange…

yeah…orange…and kinda purple…

I see that…real picturesque…day’s comin’ to an end…real quiet…very little noise…cars passin’ by in the distance sound like waves on an ocean…the comin’ in of the tide…listen…you hear that…sparklers…kids playin’ with sparklers…that sound they make…that hissin’ sound…hear it…

do…

sounds like Summer…the sky looks like Summer…

it is Summer…

I used to think there was nothin’ mysterious ’bout this season…but as it gets darker and we go into night…well…seems like a mystery…seems undiscovered…

does…

hand me a beer…listen…hear that…

people talkin’…

yeah…tellin’ ghost stories probably…

what makes you say that…

’cause it’s a good night for a ghost story…

it is…it is a good night for that…

I get visited by ghosts…

who visits you…

mom…dad…old friends…

you’re puttin’ me on…

some people have that way ’bout em…they attract ghosts…

I never seen one…

’cause you’re not in touch with that side of life…

and you are…

I am…probably get visited tonight…believe me…

nope…

think I make this stuff up…

yep…

tell you what…one day when I’m a ghost I’ll visit you…

really…

then you’ll see…then you’ll see…

hand me a beer…

sure is quiet…

yeah…

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