The Ballad of Marshall

Picture the end of summer
Morning, here comes the drummer
Unknown to the unfertile land of your new home
Urban-made father and son
Thirty-four, younger in soul
Younger than the boy you met, who has fallen in love

You know damn well what's going on
Your heart is not in the same mold
Never was, never been, yeah, you know

But you see through his fall apart
You know what it's like to be that flung
Naïve and in love
Understood the time and call
He's smiling for once and for all
And he's going too far
Too close, too homе

Singing the same song over and ovеr
Hoping I can get closure, Marshall

Picture the end of summer
Morning, here comes the drummer
Unknown to the unfertile land of your new home
Urban-made father and son
Thirty-four, younger in soul
Younger than the boy you met, who has fallen in love