I'm headed north
TO WHAT I SWORE I WANTED and trying not to buy into my doubts, BUT I JUST CAN'T SEEM to
keep myself from wondering WHY
I'M JEALOUS OF
all them
headlights headed south.
She was crying
out my
name
STANDING IN THE DRIVEWAY
little bare feet wearing her cotton dress in my way I still see the rain chasing tears down her
face.