...far away

Good one to end this with, because I am burned out.

you're so cold, keep your
hand in mine
...show me how it ends, it's all right
show me how defenseless you really are
satisfied and empty inside
well that's all right
let's give this another try...
you're so cold but you
feel alive
lay your hand on me
one last time

Burn 'em down, baby.

While they ride, lord he tells her
how they two will settle down
but she only hears the highway
and a voice in some other town
And the harder he holds her
the more she slips away....

Same old story that everybody knows
it's one heart holdin' on
and one letting go

:(

Murders comin' right up.
David: (I'm gonna do those in a different file so as to keep the space down)
Let me know when you've captured it so I can scale it down again.

For viewing here I think it looks best if you view it at 75%

Stupid Tinman (sing it, Kenny)

ref from a photo I took of my eye the other day

In the town where I was raised
Clock ticks and the cattle graze
Time passed with Amazing Grace
Back where I come from

You can lie on a river bank
Paint your name on a water tank
Miscount all the beers you drank
Back where I come from

Back where I come from
Where I'll be when it's said and done
Well, I'm proud as anyone
That's where I come from

We learned in Sunday school, who made the sun shine through
know who made the moon shine, too
Back where I come from

Blue eyes on a Saturday night
Tan legs in the broad daylight
TV's, they were black and white
Back where I come from....

Waves... pulsating, whispering, hypnotic. Irresistible... warm and soothing. Until the rip tide tears you under and drags you into the cold, dark water.

I went to work for her that summer
A teenage kid so far from home
She was a lonely widow woman
Hell-bent to make it on her own
We were a thousand miles from nowhere
Wheat fields as far as I could see
Both needing something from each other
Not knowing yet what that might be

'Til she came to me one evening
Hot cup of coffee and a smile
In a dress that I was certain
She hadn't worn in quite a while
There was a difference in her laughter
There was a softness in her eyes
And on the air there was a hunger
Even a boy could recognize

That summer wind was all around me
Nothin' between us but the night
When I told her that I'd never
She softly whispered that's alright
And then I watched her hands of leather
Turn to velvet in a touch
There's never been another summer
When I have ever learned so much

We had a need to feel the thunder
To chase the lightning from the sky
To watch a storm with all its wonder
Written in each other's eyes
She had to ride the heat of passion
Like a comet burning bright
Rushin' headlong in the wind
Now where only dreams have been
Burnin' both ends of the night

I often think about that summer
The sweat the moonlight and the lace
And I have rarely held another
When I haven't seen her face
And every time I pass a wheat field
And watch it dancing with the wind
Although I know it isn't real
I just can't help but feel
Her hungry arms again

Garth Brooks - "That Summer"