I saw the forest, not the trees By the river I was lulled into a dream A fantasy of languor, of music, of ease But it wasn't really my dream, Just an escape from life's grand scheme.
What is a Southern gentleman worth? Hard work, a home with a porch, and a backyard grill. Perhaps another fortune unseen, chalk it up to mirth. I was not yet focused on the final bill.
A paradox of darkness and wisdom Of passionate reckoning and expedient mercy From the depths you steadily go and come Elixir in hand outstretched, ready to touch But to heal or bask in revelry?
You once said I was your angel, there to lift you up If only I realized what kind of saving you really needed I was never meant to pick up all the pieces I pray for your soul, that you are now whole
Your machismo was your key to every door I was too naive to keep mine locked As much as I thought I wanted more You were too fragile to let your heart be caught
A torrent of chemistry and technicolor hues Your heart got tangled up in two I trust that your intentions were true But the current was strong, And you got caught in the net you threw