Gaining One — Fair to Midland

North star Bring luck

Call the nurse i'm dropping in anchor Making stops at the pass Caught in the mix of the two with an offer Left with three times the guilt

Please don't decide to roll your eyes I'm speaking from my heart She bought a book and now she's Reading much more into things Dear searched and found now little Hanging on your every word(purchased more than gained at will) Please don't decide to roll your eyes I'm speaking from my heart

Littles known of the heart breaking silence Causing loss before peals Jerking through the sidewinding admission And gathered berries in bed

Take it i left it Slipped and stored in vein Held by the mischief With one still left to blame

A flow, a flow in store

Left with an angel Until the sirens rang.