She likes daisies over diamonds. You oughta see her face when I bring 'em home. She spends most her morning talking to Jesus. And at night it's wine and an old Keith Whitley song.
He sat in that long line of barber chairs. The Sergeant asked him, son, would you like to keep your hair?. He said, yes sir as he heard those clippers buzzing home.
Leaving's hard, trust me, it's really bad. It'll shake you, damn near break you, it always has. You don't go until you're praying to break even,. Until staying is worse than leaving.
She remembers when she first got her wings. And how she opened up the day she learned to sing. And then the colors came, erased the black and white. And her whole world changed, oh she realized.
I called you today. Wanting a change. I never meant to hurt anyone. Never meant for you to pull out your guns. But feelings won't stay. In this meager parade.
Your lion has left the ring now. Blood there in the dust. Every jaw hanging open. Look on if you must. . How are you dreaming?. High on your hill. Gold in the turning light.
There in the wheat,. I heard you sigh.. I don't know the size of it.. Who can know?. . Patriot,. Under the spell,. Maybe howlin' underground,. Ear at the dirt..
Behind the red door in american skin. there is a murder of roses. In the midnight hiss come cover me there. For i am electric nothing. . Out on the tide strangers all are drowing by.
I got on the plane. cuz i was goin insane. And I took a little trip outta town. the plane it started shaking. my stomach started aching. and i thought that it was going down.
I can see you standing with him. he aint holding your hand like he should. he aint listening to a word you say. he doesnt look at you the way i would.
How could I sing about love when it's not?. I must be crazy 'cause I know you got. Other people in the world than me. And none of them with a history.
Praise and worship. Bow your head. Say a prayer for the too soon dead. Call it God's will. Call it fate. Call for mercy, it's too late. . Cos this ain't where the Angels dwell.
I'll sing you the desert, where blackmen sailed. Waterhole to water, where whitemen failed. See the face of dreamers, forgotten souls. Hear the voice of cattlemen crackle in the coals.
Little boys and girls, livin' lost in the world. I guess their mommas and their papas just forgot how to love them. Sad people everywhere, thinkin' nobody cares.
Oh, little Johnny walked 'cross the border last night. Runnin' from the guitar store. He took a left [Incomprehensible] sittin' alright. And he ain't takin' nothin' no more, no more.
Silver wings. Shinin' in the sunlight. Roarin' engines. Headin' somewhere in flight. . They're takin' you away. Leavin' me lonely. Silver wings. Slowly fadin' outta sight.
The story of our lives don't begin the day we're born. It takes years to really open our eyes. Some people never find just what they're writing for. Never find the perfect opening line.