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By Justin Case Submitted by jwb71913 Date: 2004 May 18 Comment on this Work [[2004.05.18.16.54.3244]] |
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I wait for the light but the moon is new I have no sight, I can't see you I tried for your image and hoped in vain No flash in the pan, no recoil, no pain But still the reminders all over the place Bring unwanted memories, though I can't see your face No pictures to view, they've all gone away No sad songs to sing, and nothing to say I've met a few women who hail from Texas I even met one who drove a red Lexus But I shy away from them very quickly You taught me that, there's no Texan for me Except maybe one, who works in the dirt And wears boots and jeans, and a pretty white shirt She speaks with the accent, and looks just like you But there's an honest heart there, and passion too Does she have the stuff galley wenches are made of I don't have the answer, but I know it's a trade off Some questions unanswered still hang overhead And questions unasked, pillow talk on the bed In dreams I see her strong at the wheel I sure do like the way she made me feel |