Blow on you restless wind up to your old tricks again. Bear down you Texas sun you make the desserts dry and the brush fires run. Splintered wood rusty chains this old front porch swing remains.
Nights alone silent telephone. The curtains on my window dark and drawn. Sleepless dream It would almost seem. The nights would drive me crazy now you're gone.
Ave, ave verum corpus. Natum de Maria Virgine. Vere passum immolatum. In Cruce pro homine. . Cujus latus perforatum. Unda fluxit et sanguine. Esto nobis praegustatum.
I wasn't ready for the avalanche when we let things slide. I'd always hoped that we would have the chance at least to say we tried. So I went siftin' though my old mistakes on the day you left.