I was in a real bad way. When you turned the power on. And you made me feel for all the world. Like I was the king of all the world. . I was on a window ledge.
Same Ol River. By Sam Bush. . I wish that I cold be an Indian. On a painted pony so fast. No one could ever catch me. I get caught up in my past. Id ride across many rivers.
You came in and out of my life,. Like lightning in a storm. And by the time the thunder rolled in. I reached for you and you were gone. I guess I barely got to know you.
My old friend lives up in the mountains. He flew up there to paint the world. He says, "Even though interpretation's what I count on. This little picture to me seems blur.
High on a hill. The valley below me. The blue sky above me. My dream was so real. . I could not hear. The hum of the highway. Or the drums of the foundry.