Buster Lyrics

And the wind turbines

Blow birds at our feet

The syndrome grows like weeds

Father weeps

I hear him at nighttime

Goes out beyond the pines

Sits by the riverside

In the moonlit mud he cries

With half an ounce of smack

An old .44

And the silver needle

Rest assure

I hear him at nighttime

Goes out beyond the pines

Sits by the riverside

In the moonlit mud he cries

Add it to the catalogue

Of man's affair with that warm gun

My wife my life

You know that sort of thing

I hear him at nighttime

Goes out beyond the pines

Sits by the riverside

In the moonlit mud he cries

Never meant to make it

Past eighteen

Now here i am

Over thirty

Where did the time go

Where did the time go

Where did the time go