Why should I feel any different?. Arms have held me indifferently before, why not yours?. Love's touch lives in the shadow. The wind blows and it's there.
Stuck on this fence post, I try His army. But I just can't quite figure out where the clouds turn daze. Trapped in a fools snare, I stumble through the days.
Chico says, Man, I see no way. I just can't go back to this bed I made. No more dusk 'til dawn, no more new disguise. No more children's questions I answer with lies.
Way down here, in the heart of Texas. There's a own kinda blues going on. Elmore James, Stevie Ray, Freddie King. Robert J's licks are heard on every song.