Still not used to you being gone. It's been hard for me to just move on. I'm stuck in a place I don't wanna be. If you change your mind and come looking for me.
If our love was a song girl. I'd play it all night long girl. I tell you what I'd put it on girl. I'd put it on vinyl. A little rock, a little Motown.
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas. Just like the ones I used to know. Where the treetops glisten. and children listen. To hear sleigh bells in the snow.
Well, I toss and turn in the sheets. I close my eyes, but I can't sleep. Another night waitin' up on her. While this Bourbon and the porchlight burns.
And grab your coat, it's getting cold. You know I'm gonna miss you. Don't get below a quarter tank. That gas burns quicker than you think. Oh, and always check that rear view.
Maybe it's the sound of a whistle blowin' on a nine to five. Or your girl waitin' in the drive, for a neon Friday night. Maybe it's your friends in a headlight circle in an empty field.
This world's gone crazy. Runnin' ragged in a rat race. And I've been thinkin' lately. We could use a little getaway. . A day or two alone, oh, it's been too long.
I bet my friends are wondering. Where I am or if I'm still alive. They're worried over nothing they should know I'm perfectly fine. It's just a mood I get in now and then.
People like me, never went to college. Except the parties I was playin' for the Sigma Kappa ladies on Friday nights. I spent a lot of weekends, with some future doctors' girlfriends.
Please Doc put away your chart. You can save your heart to heart. I've got some memories and a deck of cards. That could use some shuffling through. Looks like hes still wide awake.
One hammer cast a shadow on the rough, stony ground.. It was raised toward the heavens, and all at once it came crashing down.. It drove a spike, 12 inches long through each tender hand,.
I'm wicked in the eyes of the world. Everything nobody wants. As low as low can get. Everything I cannot stop. . A glutton for everything misery can buy.
There is a rock. And 100 yards away. There is a stone. There is a house. . And on the other side. There is a stream. Where we cool our feet. When we get home.
There's a rise above the river. Where the hangman's tree hugs the rim. A brace of crows crowd the bank. Like mourners on their way to the Mercy bridge.
I'm slidin' underneath. Your skin again. You get so sticky. When you're wakin' up. . I'm slidin' underneath. The sheets again. I get so tired. I can't get up.
9:32. I'm in my room. And you. You are. In my room. . 9:33. He turns the key. Unlocks the door. Walks the floor. Walks the floor. Walks the floor. Walks the floor.
Come and sit yourself beside me. This will be my last request. I was born in these high mountains. Leave my ashes here to rest. . Cover me with blankets of flowers.
I've never seen a sky. As flat as this one. As flat as the brown earth. Beneath our feet. . I've never seen a horizon. As dim as this one. It's hundred and ten in the street.
Flowers on the table. Have all gone south. Clutter that surrounds us. Leaves me with a dry mouth. . All I need is a soft hand. To ease me in. All I need is a soft hand.
As I lay here beside you, counting minutes in my head. I might as well stop struggling, this time I think we're really dead. And this old heart of mine stumbles as it falls.