She was a wild flower and a Desert Storm a gunshot with no time to mourn and like that bullet she was lost and long gone to where I don't know
And I heard she hopped the bus to San Antonio spent all her money chasing ghosts she keeps a picture in the right pocket of her coat of her father long long
And I loved her and I'll miss her and I want her
By the fire she waits at night frozen fingers on a rusty knife she's got that hard old mean looking her eyes saying don't get too close
It's been 3 long years since she lost the baby she still can't bring herself to leave this city she cries herself to sleep all through the month of May and almost every other time
She said I love him and I made him and I want him
It's been a long day and it's been a cold week and it's been a hard year and this life is getting to me his life is getting to me
She was a wild flower and a Desert Storm a gunshot with no time to mourn and like that bullet she was lost and long gone to where I don't know
ResponderEliminarAnd I heard she hopped the bus to San Antonio spent all her money chasing ghosts she keeps a picture in the right pocket of her coat of her father long long
And I loved her and I'll miss her and I want her
By the fire she waits at night frozen fingers on a rusty knife she's got that hard old mean looking her eyes saying don't get too close
It's been 3 long years since she lost the baby she still can't bring herself to leave this city she cries herself to sleep all through the month of May and almost every other time
She said I love him and I made him and I want him
It's been a long day and it's been a cold week and it's been a hard year and this life is getting to me his life is getting to me