04-06-2012, 09:29 PM
If dreams were lightning, thunder was desire,
This old house would have burnt down a long time ago.
Make me an angel that flies from Montgom'ry.
Make me a poster of an old rodeo.
Just give me one thing that I can hold on to,
To believe in this living is just a hard way to go.
There's flies in the kitchen, I can hear 'em there buzzing,
And I ain't done nothing since I woke up today.
How the hell can a person go to work in the morning,
And come home in the evening and have nothing to say?
This old house would have burnt down a long time ago.
Make me an angel that flies from Montgom'ry.
Make me a poster of an old rodeo.
Just give me one thing that I can hold on to,
To believe in this living is just a hard way to go.
There's flies in the kitchen, I can hear 'em there buzzing,
And I ain't done nothing since I woke up today.
How the hell can a person go to work in the morning,
And come home in the evening and have nothing to say?