When it Lands

By Patrick Kozub

You’re a bright flash, you’re a bombshell
you’re a tossed coin in an old well
one look and I’ll follow you through to the deep…
in a dark bar with it’s thick smoke
blue eyes and I’m hooked cold
on the skoal ring wearing through the back of your jeans

this is gonna hurt,
when I land…
when I land…

You’re a june night, on a back road
side grin in the star’s glow
stretched out in a long bed Chevrolet…
and I can’t let go, cuz the let down
is a quick burn and a slow drown
guess we might as well have a little fun on the way

this is gonna hurt,
when we land…
when we land…

You’re a bright flash, you’re a bombshell
you’re a tossed coin in an old well
and I don’t recognize the boy staring back in the mirror
when you strut by every head turn
if there’s no risk then there’s no earn…
come tomorrow, I’ll never gonna be the same

this is gonna hurt
this is gonna hurt
this is gonna hurt
when it lands…