And thinking fast
I grabbed a glass
To send him back

As I was mowing my grass
A snake slithered past
Why should I crush
This little bit of brush
When it's his entire world

Tonight I had a nightmare
Of being held to the air
For a moment I thought
would be my life it sought
Then I returned to my bed

Sounds like a case of, "throw everything we got, something has to stick"

Before you vanish once more
And leave me crying at the door
Oh how cruel your games can be
Without filling my foodbowl for me

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These are the times that make the drive worth it. I've taken a women in labor to the hospital, I took a man in a separation to a new apartment. I've moved people without a car to work, and I've picked up many a college student drinking. Not to beg, but please tip your drivers who just want to help