Maybe it was the ice on my windshield
Or maybe it was a song on the radio
Maybe it was the dream I had last night
The one that I hate to wake up from
Maybe I don’t know what to say
Maybe I’m just missing you today
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Be Mine
Driving down that back road in my beat old ford
You’ve got nothing to say as your staring down at the floor
There’s an old tractor buried out in a field
Its just bones in a graveyard from the way we used to feel
It’s too late to stomp on them brakes
Hearts can’t stop on no dime
You won’t be anyone’s if you won’t be mine
The train tracks have rusted and the weeds pushed through
Flattened out old penny’s and bottles of 90 proof
Baby I wish you’d say something maybe just give me a sign
It keeps getting harder and harder to keep it between the lines
I tried and made and I wrote my goodbyes
We got a chance if this car can fly
But she lost her wings a long time ago
You’ve got nothing to say as your staring down at the floor
There’s an old tractor buried out in a field
Its just bones in a graveyard from the way we used to feel
It’s too late to stomp on them brakes
Hearts can’t stop on no dime
You won’t be anyone’s if you won’t be mine
The train tracks have rusted and the weeds pushed through
Flattened out old penny’s and bottles of 90 proof
Baby I wish you’d say something maybe just give me a sign
It keeps getting harder and harder to keep it between the lines
I tried and made and I wrote my goodbyes
We got a chance if this car can fly
But she lost her wings a long time ago
Friday, March 20, 2009
Aquamarine
Wichita Kansas a little further down the line
A piece of that highway on the back of my mind
You can see it there from the shoulder a perfect little scene
A two bedroom starter home painted aquamarine
She’s out there in her front yard in her favorite pink tube top
She’s been accused of causing accidents but she’s never been caught
Folks say they even seen her barefoot in the winter time
Out there in the back yard pulling her lacys down from the line
It don’t matter what the neighbors say they can all go straight to hell
She doesn’t have a TV so it easier to see life’s to short to put her's up for sale
He knows he isn’t starting any trends his favorite jeans are always black
His t-shirts all have holes in them and his hair is too long in the back
He spends his day time smoking cigarettes and rebuilding foreign cars
At night he takes his woman out for strong drinks in shit hole bar
It don’t matter what the neighbors say they can all go straight to hell
He don’t have a TV so it’s easier to see life’s to short to put his up for sale
She’s there to the drive him home when he’s had too much to drink
She’s lays in bed next to him and wonders what it he thinks
Because they’ve got something that few have ever seen
Living a life of happiness under a house of aquamarine
It don’t matter what the neighbors say they can all go straight to hell
When you don’t have TV its easier to see life’s to short to put yours up for sale.
A piece of that highway on the back of my mind
You can see it there from the shoulder a perfect little scene
A two bedroom starter home painted aquamarine
She’s out there in her front yard in her favorite pink tube top
She’s been accused of causing accidents but she’s never been caught
Folks say they even seen her barefoot in the winter time
Out there in the back yard pulling her lacys down from the line
It don’t matter what the neighbors say they can all go straight to hell
She doesn’t have a TV so it easier to see life’s to short to put her's up for sale
He knows he isn’t starting any trends his favorite jeans are always black
His t-shirts all have holes in them and his hair is too long in the back
He spends his day time smoking cigarettes and rebuilding foreign cars
At night he takes his woman out for strong drinks in shit hole bar
It don’t matter what the neighbors say they can all go straight to hell
He don’t have a TV so it’s easier to see life’s to short to put his up for sale
She’s there to the drive him home when he’s had too much to drink
She’s lays in bed next to him and wonders what it he thinks
Because they’ve got something that few have ever seen
Living a life of happiness under a house of aquamarine
It don’t matter what the neighbors say they can all go straight to hell
When you don’t have TV its easier to see life’s to short to put yours up for sale.
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