Malina

Yawning under an awning Of a motel in the middle of nowhere Oklahoma waiting for the Thunderstorm to pass on by And as all I left behind is Washing off of my mind in the rain Oh sweet Malina, its a memory of you that remains Tipsy after the party when You came over back in October Do you remember what it was That was so funny we could hardly even Breathe and for a moment I could see it through the tears in your eyes Oh sweet Malina, call it love or call it God on high With every mile I go west it Seems we're talking less and less And though its mostly for the best I guess we're young and prone to rambling But I hope you're out there somewhere Laughing loud and disturbing the peace Oh sweet Malina, just the thought of it brings peace to me