I'm losing my voice talking to you about talking to you Reading your books and wearing your clothes Nobody knows that they're not mine I guess that just
American girl Your young country world Sleeps like promising And sleep is promising American girl Queen radio plays ours Slow fills the spaces We know
Where's New England in my life? It's only cold when you sleep alone And pink chimneys in Maine couldn't keep me away
I was sad enough last Saturday I woke you to talk but you didn't have much to say You came to, to two cherry cokes, came to, to coke In the morning,
I don't know East Texas from Louisiana And I don't know Alabama Or where Atlanta lies tonight And Indianapolis Summers in park and recreation pools And
Butterfly kissing you by the river where it started Sandy strands of dishwater hair And raspy whispers of cotton-picked fields Off-white, under dry wind
I sleep quite violently waking warm with thunder and I'm the magician's girl. Buttoning my cuffs at the wrist, and split from my neck to my knees, how
Say goodbye good, hey hey hey We might not be fooling around today If we go all the way, hey hey hey All the ills after us is the songs that we play
I wish you'd just ask me about Mercury So I could answer truthfully Singing startles the night and the night is over South of the South Dakota border
All left hands and accidents Size of your life I didn't see you coming out Corner of my eye Yeah, I've been around before But this time I don't Know
The sun comes up a little later So, you can drink a little longer I wish I had a dream last night So half the time you'd be here I'm on your vine now
She drank white wine Makes me want to marry her memories, madly And she slept across the ocean as we crossed the ocean And I got cross with the ocean
out of the woods All those waters you left me If there's more, please correct me The city grid on the window pane Now the phone keeps ringing I forgot
The greatest favorites, Willie and Max McGee A brewer killer and a touchdown against the Chiefs It's not my memory, it's everyone I could not be I'm living
I traced all of the letters on all of your letters I traced all of the letters on all of your letters, love letters Let's talk about the sound of the
Four in the afternoon I should be up and gone soon This is the shirt That I'm wearing out Torn at the elbow From too much football And one size too small
When the motor stops, I can't sleep There's nothing so quiet as a boat under anchor And the black amnesias in heaven Are lighting the Sea of Cortez All
When what I came to say, is said And the sun sets on my summer career How September came for Sinatra Now it's winter then it is a new year The big bright