Winter's slowing down. Nothing is really earned or gained by prolonging this. I'm high above the ground. On a windmill pointing out the sights of the country.
1 2 3 4. . I'm lyin' on the couch. With my little toe in a splint. Smashed it on a corner. While reachin' for my instrument. . Talk shows get depressin'.
Sitting around, keeping score. On a little notepad past bedtime, yeah. Vowed that I'd wait three days to call. I'm already two ahead, is that alright?.
Someone's been tipped off that she's gonna show tonight. I've got a real strong hunch that she'll be here all right. . Someone's been tipped off that she's gonna show tonight.
Sometimes I want to swing by. To check on her, see how her week is going but you disapprove. Other times, I'll call up. He picks up and makes me feel like I'm intruding.
When autumn rains come. And the ground rarely feels completely dry. And I'm test driving cars on mountain roads. Take the curve slow, check my digital watch.
The beltway around Des Moines. Completed in record time. Dedicated anniversary. Of four lanes crossing our state line. . Hot sun all day. Brightens local water holes.