Peter Brier - Fair Lyrics

Gonna say often but it's gonna be pretty rare
I don't care
It'll be sloppy but it'll be all the way there
Yeah that's fair
Won't be oversure
Won't be much of a thinking sore
It'll be nothing but it'll be ours to share
Yeah that's fair
Water for my faucet
Laces for my shoes
One suit for my closet
Keyboard for my tunes
I thought I was ready but I wasn't halfway there
Beatin' my pillow laying up at night to the creaking of the stairs
Gonna say often but it's gonna be pretty rare
I don't care
It'll be sloppy but it'll be all the way there
Yeah that's fair
Won't be oversure
Won't be much of a thinking sore
It'll be nothing but it'll be ours to share
Yeah that's fair
Read that poem yeah it follows us
She'll be gone but she'll keep in touch
He'll be home with his feet put up
Reekin' thumbs from that evil stuff
It'll be something just to keep the bugs out his hair
They'll be flying but they'll be stuck in the air
Reading poems that they offer us
Seeing long across that lake at dusk
Gonna say often but it's gonna be pretty rare
I don't care
It'll be sloppy but it'll be all the way there
Yeah that's fair
Won't be oversure
Won't be much of a thinking sore
It'll be nothing but it'll be ours to share
Yeah that's fair