Stillest Hour
The .357 String Band
4 long years spent
Lot a tears shed
No, no one sees them
No one but i
Cigarette butts and
Empty cups is all that is
Staying right by my side
And now im waiting for that stillest hour
Whole damn day spent
Not a word said, no
Not a dime spent
Just waiting for the night
And all that action
That surrounds my life
Couldnt match that racket
Inside my mind
And now im waiting for that stillest hour
And now im seeking
That dreamless sleeping
When i stop decieving
Just for a while
And everyone your meeting
Is so misleading
Now im receding into my mind
And now im waiting for that stillest hour
