In an empty state of being I walked along alone The small town streets My girl bereft of me Quietly I bled At Ma and Pa's Country Store I'm always greeted With a smile Cheap pint of *** Lottery tickets Then In she comes Beautiful stranger I've never seen before My heart insist to explore I start small talk at the door I see her eyes are as bright as mine Where are you going I demand her time
She say: Tim I'm going to my house You've been there three times You still have amnesia don't you?
Somewhere in the night She disappeared... I woke up home In a state of fear ......................
Traveler Tim
They hide my truck keys So I walk a lot (Oh **** here they are!!)