High Turnover - Francisco Fog

Cisco fog round my eyes, mountain roads, family lies
Soon it'll be just me, forgetting, my family
Don't let me fall, don't let me fall, don't let me fall, to the fog
Stomach churns five a.m., forgot love, till your hand

Under the olive, coyote wine, eucalyptus, grazed mine
Don't let me fall, don't let me fall, don't let me fall to the fog

I recall mama, cry why didn't father died
And grandpa's weathered lip promise you'll be at my death
And brother nearly met death after mixing smoke with what was left

To the dust they return, done playing God, being heard
Hope my words, reach them now, 'fore ages scythe, takes my brow
Don't let me fall, don't let me fall, don't let me fall to the fog

Don't let me fall, don't let me fall, don't let me fall to the fog
Don't let me fall, don't let me fall, don't let me fall to the fog

Written by:
Alec Estes

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