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Jun 2011
C West

Sounds like directions on a map

Problem is your topography knows better than that

How you always drive your heart east

But you and I both know

On still nights

You can hear my laughter beggin’ ya to come home

Out west

C West

Nothin’ wild about it

We are not the end of some movie

I refuse to let the credits roll

Nothin’ sets out here

Not even the sun

So if you must know

I got a horse I call colonel

Chasin’ the horizon

We kick up so much dust that there is nothing to see when we look back

But I do

I look back

Expecting to see your shadow

Like the end of some movie

Where there’s a stand off

Between you

and me

My money’s on the bullet that hits my heart

We both know you never miss

Just like I never let the sun set on me

Or cattle call my laughter

Or let our credits roll
Jon Tobias
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Jon Tobias  San Diego
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