Moving like the fog on the Cumberland River. I was leaving on the Delta Queen. And I wasn't ready to go. I'm never ready to go. 27 years of nothing but failures and promises that I couldn't keep.
Lord, I miss that girl. On the day we met the sun was shining down. Down on the valley. Riddled with horses running. Crushing them with flowers. I would have picked for her.
Every night I read this novel. About two wooden roses and the pouring rain. But the engine's torn up. Tryin' to hail a cab. Think no one can read you; but i can.
Let me go I'm only letting you down. I got nothing to say to you now. Lose the feelings that are weighing me down. Is what I'm saying. It's turning morning all the birds are singing.