LAST TIME AROUND. Well, a vial of love you used to save. but even that's distilled away. locked inside a closet made of sand.. Well, the silver anesthetized your veins.
Every time I look up at these pictures on the wall. I think I hear you calling but there's no one there at all. All the rooms are empty, dusty echoes in the hall, in the hall.
I went south I went west. Trying to find the girl that I love best. Up north and back east. Trying to find a place to lay my feast. I searched the heavens I searched the sky.
As I went out to meet my maker. As I went down that narrow road. The daughter of the local shaker. Walked ahead of me whispering in my ear. And singing this song.
CHANGE THE TUNE. All your old heroes are calling a bluff.. Now you're out making messes in the name of love.. All your old newspapers collecting dust,.
BLANKET OF SORROW. Well, I sang in your morning, I sang in your night.. Dusty old travels and forty watt lights.. But lovin' to you was like the sand in the river..
Well, I love the women. And I love them all the same. I love the women. And I love them all the same. I love the women. But not enough to give them my name.
Well I've no excuse. What can I say. I just stumble. When you walk my way. . I can't help myself. I can't help myself. I can't help myself. When I help myself to you.
On a three hour flight from Memphis to LA. I was silently celebrating my first class upgrade. Laughing at my jeans and my boots. Beside those high dollar shoes and Armani suits.
Baby come take look at this dusty yearbook. Do you remember those two kids?. It's you and me most likely to succeed. Had it all planned out, yes we did.
Five O' clock smokestacks 15th, check's fat. Hacked off, backed up. Hurry up and wait on the interstate. Irate, tailgate tight. Yeah, nothin' but brake lights.
I think honesty is right, think lying is wrong. Think Willie and Haggard wrote some awful good songs. Think God rides around with the radio on. In a ragged ol' truck just like mine.
I paid first and last month's rent. I wondered why I even carried in this old bed of mines. 'Cause it's not like I ever sleep. All I do is think of her and wonder how I'm gonna make things work.
Girl, I hate me for how I hurt you. 'Cause that ain't no way to love a woman. I used up your heart and all your forgiveness. I tore you apart and now you're down.
I'm doing seventy two in a sixty five. On I-24 in a four wheel drive. Got a ten o'clock on Eighteenth Avenue. . And there's a thirty percent chance of rain all week.
I knew you wouldn't answer after the things we said that night. You were crying, I grabbed the keys and said goodbye. Well, hang on please, don't hang up, let me talk to our machine.
I always said I wouldn't stand. In the way of your dreams. And what good is the wind blowing. In a blue sky to a bird without wings. . And I meant it when I said it, I swear it.
I was 16, drivin' my old man's car. The light was red but I ran right through. And I killed a mailbox and some flowers in a yard. 'Cause I was lookin' at you.
Baby when I look at you. With your hair fallin' down and your baby blues. Standing there across the room. I get so lost in the way you move. . It makes me reminisce.
They were sittin' on his tailgate. She was lovin' on his roughneck. She was talkin' 'bout runnin' away. While he was puffin' on a cigarette. And just thinkin' how am I gonna say goodbye.