There's a kind of emptiness that can fill you. There's a kind of hunger that can eat you up. There's a cold and darker side of the moonlight. And there's a lonely side of love.
I'm in a room full of people all hanging on one person's breath. We would all vote him most likely to be loved to death. I hope he still wants it, but it might remind him of when.
I'm in a room full of people hanging on one person's breath. We would all vote him most likely to be loved to death. I hope he still wants it but it might remind him of when.
As I was walking one morning for pleasure. I spied a cowpuncher riding along. His hat was throwed back and his spurs were a-jingling. And as he approached he was singing this song.
Eveline grips the railing. As her lover calls her to the sea. Won't you sail with me?. . She can't hear him. Just a step away from happiness. And sanity blurs, drives her crazier.
What will be left. When I've drawn my last breath?. Besides the folks I've met. And the folks who've known me. Will I discover a soul-saving love?. Or just the dirt above and below me.
Don't fence me in. . Oh give me land, lots of land under starry skies above. Don't fence me in. Let me ride through the wide open country that I love.
You don't owe me. One more minute of your wasted time. You act like it's all fine. . But all the years I gave you. Thinking you knew that you wanted me.
The stars at night are big and bright. Deep in the heart of Texas. The prairie sky is wide and high. Deep in the heart of Texas. The sage in bloom is like perfume.
It was Christmas eve. And your message to me read. "I really need to talk to you today". We sat in your car that night. Cried and said it all. Then parted knowing nothing.
Take a look at the skies where the whippoorwill trills. And the mountain so high where the cataract spills. Take a look at the falls and the rippling rills.
I made her smile, I made her cry. Cleared her head and made her wonder why. I helped her live then made her want to die. But she can't complain, she can't complain.
(Chris Thile). . Five years ago, you pressed your hand,. Into a brand new sidewalk.. It's well-worn now, and though some chime,. Yours is the only print there..
Dont touch. Dont look. Dont think. Best of luck. . She tried as hard as she could. But he knew it wasn't good enough. And wouldn't ever be so she had to start.
Blue waters blue eyes color me. If any could come this close I'd let them see. Get it out again and play 'em one more song. It's all they really want and who's to say that's wrong.
I'm back in the saddle again. Out where a friend is a friend. Where the long horn cattle feed. On the lonely jimson weed. . Back in the saddle again. I'm riding the range once more.