Ohio from Glossolalia by Marshall McLean Band

In ‘71 barefoot and young, I had a wandering soul.
I walked alone skipping stones, on River Ohio.
In ‘78 my hands on her waist we swayed like willow trees.
The daylight fades, to her hips she wades, laughs, looks back at me.

Ohio, my heart is buried in Ohio
Ohio, The memories come and go
Ohio, my love is buried in Ohio
Ohio, a river runs through you

The radio drones the Rolling Stones singing ‘Miss You’.
My truck on the side roads of River Ohio, driving fast with you.
The corner was sharp, our sinking hearts, never had time to doubt.
In ‘79, your hand slipped through mine, as the current pulled me out.

These nights get so humid, she asks what i’m doing, I tell her i can’t sleep.
I walk to the kitchen, stand there and listen, sit down and pour a drink.
They say that time runs through your mind just like a riverbed
Some memories run deeper, they pull up the sleeper, the current is overhead.

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• Indie-Rock
• NW-Americana
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