monsvalentine

i'm in austin. meet me at the casino el camino. bring your guns. let's sit in the corner. and then some. perhaps, i'll sing for you...

"windfall"

now and then it keeps you running, it never seems to die, the trail's spent with fear, not enough living on the outside.

never seem to get far enough, staying in between the lines, hold on to what you can, waiting for the end, not knowing when.

may the wind take your troubles away, may the wind take your troubles away, both feet on the floor, two hands on the wheel, may the wind take your troubles away.

trying to make it far enough, to the next time zone, few and far between, past the midnight hour, never feel alone, you're really not alone...

switching it over to a.m., searching for a truer sound, can't recall the call letters, steel guitar and settle down.

catching an all-night station, somewhere in louisiana, it sounds like 1963, but for now it sounds like heaven.

may the wind take your troubles away, may the wind take your troubles away, both feet on the floor, two hands on the wheel, may the wind take your troubles away.