Testo Heather

I recall a time when I was young and those girls blew my mind.
I can recollect a summer set in those northwestern pines.
She appeared to me essentially how we both settled down.
How it makes her cry but I'm alive when the whiskey's around.

Oh Heather, sweet Heather. Oh how I'll never be quite the same.

How I never eat, I never see the sun drift out of sight. If you could forget than I'm a wreck when I'm out on a line.

Oh Heather, sweet Heather. Oh how I'll never be quite the same.

Oh how I'll never be quite the same.