goodness knows its been a wonderful run
the autumn lakes where the children were swans
your mothers convictions and your fathers predictions dont seem so insane
they laugh they say your treasures are fake but dont throw it away
youve been framed with a beautiful name
youve been saved but youve lost your head
with halos and friends the trinity saves but three is a crowd
you flirt you drink you cant stop your winking at the boys at the bar
all you need is a gun and a car
a country song if you dont have a heart
my cowboys and indians and the falls and aminions where the highways are far
when all you know your shadows a ghost dont let it scare you away