jueves, 24 de mayo de 2012


When I first came to see you 
I called it Houston street 
Could we meet?
Show me all the things you see?



I'm one more here
Some old-timer pioneer
Who believes with shaken faith
I still have some cool



I could leave you here with your people
If I'm a flag you'd not prefer to wave



You're always in my head
You're just what I wanted
I live in constant debt
To feel you, invented



When I first came to LA I met you the old fashioned way
Too drunk and even worse, 


Much too lonely



I'll leave it there
A busted homesteader
Who believes in virgin grace
Somehow I'll stay proud



Any dick can roll up in a suit
But only I would know what really moves you



You're always in my head
You're just what I wanted
I live in constant debt
To feel you, invented



There's a cinematic end
I picture it just right
Having trouble with the right words
But you tell me with your eyes



There's something good I miss
Something I cant' find
Do you believe me now?
Can you see it in my eyes?



You're always in my head
You're just what I wanted
I live in constant debt
To feel you, invented


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