Stella Ray by Shane Cooley

Stella Ray

Mm Stella Ray
I am grateful for your ways
And unfiltered kindness
And your traveling soul

I've been astray
For several years or twenty
Rip Van Winkle wakes up and finds it funny
How people spend their money these days

Everyone is pent up
Living in a box
And they don't know
Any other way but to play the game
Win the prize and wind up in the suburbs
But honey that's not me at all
And I don't think that you're like that either
So maybe we could meet up somewhere sweeter
Down the line when you want it or need it
Stella Ray
Oh Stella Ray
Stella Ray

Stella Ray
Another fella may come on to you
But that's alright
Every night is your night and mine
And then it's our time
Whenever you want it or you're needing it
I'm not asking you to sign any dotted lines
Man I've been there before
It left me defeated and out of my mind

Pent up
Living in a box
And they don't know
Any other way but to play the game
Win the prize and wind up in the suburbs
But honey that's not me at all
And I don't think that you're like that either
So maybe we could meet up somewhere sweeter
Down the line when you want it or need it
Stella Ray
Oh Stella Ray
Stella Ray
Stella Ray

Stella Ray
We're in a room of marimbas
So shiver me timbers
And let's have a time or two

We may only live once
But note the resemblance
Of what's been unspoken
And what keeps us open

So we don't wind up pent up
Living in a box
And they don't know
Any other way but to play the game
Win the prize and wind up in the suburbs
But honey that's not me at all
And I don't think that you're like that either
So maybe we could meet up somewhere sweeter
Down the line when you want it or need it
Stella Ray
Oh Stella Ray
Stella Ray

Stella Ray
Oh Stella Ray
Stella Ray

• Acoustic
• Americana
• folk
• folk-rock
• rock
• singer-songwriter
• Mollusk