May 2017
Guitar in hand,
pray for me.
Wind is cold,
smother me
in your warm soul.
Start the engine,
you sure are pretty.
I say this to him
as we roll
through the highway,
cool.
pray for me.
Wind is cold,
smother me
in your warm soul.
Start the engine,
you sure are pretty.
I say this to him
as we roll
through the highway,
cool.
friend
