Written on Monday, November 20 2012 (in the car from Bloomington to Peoria)
How 'bout I sip this cup of coffee
And listen to your oldest story
I want to drink in all of you
'Cause this cup can't keep me warmer
Than you do
Than you do
Oh we're in the throws
Oh we're in the throws
Remember when we stole to Chicago
And vanished in a sea of thieves
We would have stayed but sometimes we have to go
Back to where we made our lives
Oh we're in the throws
Oh we're in the throws
This shelf life is our own Prison
A jail break could mean more minutes
But there's time enough
There's time enough
Oh we're in the throws
Oh we're in the throws
So let me sip this cup of coffee
And listen to your oldest story
I wanna drink in all of you
'Cause this cup can't keep me warmer
Than you do
Than you do
In memory of Dick Trefzger and Uncle David
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