Letra The Post - Cowboy Junkies
Eyed it, dried it, untied it
Chilled it, spilled it, refilled it
Taste it, traced it, erased it
He's my post to lean on
And I just cut him down
So I'm out to land on something
Hopefully a boy will come to me at the ground
Eyed it, dried it, untied it
Chilled it, spilled it, refilled it
Taste it, traced it, erased it
He's my post to lean on
And I just cut him down
So I'm out to land on something
Hopefully a boy will come to me at the ground
He's my post to lean on
And I just cut him down
So I'm out to land on something
Hopefully a boy will come to me at the ground