I remember the year
Inside I felt the cry
In the big of it all
I will like a picking
As the song played
Traveled the tear stained road of love
It reached my inside
Capped the bottle top
In the window of the sound
Read the whiskey down
Could not send the pain
Gravel sounds like a railroad song as I walked
Not a place that will hold me
She just gets under the skin
In a heart of the mind spent
A glimmering sound called you
Could you never take the understand
A touch of gold left the sun track my path home
Laughter sings in a fine time
She lines the cage with her
Self-understanding is the best
In the window see the candy
Random picks on the pan
Killer dances the song from a delivered sound
Heart plays the good times
Each day is a sliver lining
On the page of fingers
Playing the move of a
Kid that bare foot walking
Some pay for the things left undone
He held me one time in his eyes
Strings blanked a song of being
I wish you just saw me dragging
Blues enter a wood sound
Fingers bounce off the ivory
She smells of booze and drips of perfume
Window dressing for the pride
Slowly let the noise return
Fit tap in the bar of last resort
Tried to pick up and leave
No place left to go lost my home
Love Tinka
Excellent!
~Linda