Lyrics:
Sexsmith Ron Long Player Late Bloomer

Sipping on a black Dakota pint The joint is jumping on a Sunday night But then something wicked this way comes Sticking out like two sore thumbs Eye

Heavenly sunrise Welcoming our day It's a heavenly love That you and I survey The morning wears her Golden autumn dress It's a heavenly love That you

a game to me, it means more than that But I'm a late bloomer, I'm a slow learner And I've turned the record over I'm a long player, my song is my savior

That's where my love shines If we've disquiet in mind There are silent days To see ourselves defined By all we embrace And I long to hold you with all

I've been burning the candle at both ends Running myself more ragged than a Raggedy Ann I couldn't read the writing on the wall until I hit that wall

Whistling over trestles And past the graveyard sign We cast our wayward line Inside a wishing well We've just a wish and an empty vessel A hole to fill