Lyrics Cowboy Junkies – The Post
Text:
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 somethin’
Hopefully a boy will come to me at the ground
So I’m out to land on somethin’
Hopefully a boy will come to me at the ground
Eyed it, dried it, untied it
Chilled it, spilled it, refilled it
Taste it, trace it, erased it
He’s my post to lean on
And I just cut him down
So I’m out to land on somethin’
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 somethin’
Hopefully a boy will come to me at the ground
Album
Cowboy Junkies – Cowboy Junkies - Pale Sun Crescent Moon
Cowboy Junkies – Floorboard Blues
Cowboy Junkies – Hunted
Cowboy Junkies – Hard To Explain
Cowboy Junkies – Cold Tea Blues
Cowboy Junkies – The Post
Cowboy Junkies – Pale Sun
Cowboy Junkies – Seven Years
Cowboy Junkies – White Sail
Cowboy Junkies – Anniversary Song
Cowboy Junkies – Ring On The Sill
Cowboy Junkies – First Recollection
Cowboy Junkies – Crescent Moon