Miles of highway pass me by. So many beautiful places. Yet apon nights reflection I cannot even try.
She waits down near that red Georgia clay. So many names to recall. But only one brings a tear to my eyes to say.
Jasmine scented dreams hang like spanish moss in my mind. My soul does linger apon a southern shore for the one I could never leave behind.
Ive travled the four corners From the lights of Vegas to isolation of planes Montana. I can forget all but my sweet savannah.
People many inviting yet none lure me to stay. All night dinners frequent flyers. loving like madmen only to vanish with the day.
We are pirates of land. Giving all sacrfice the soul. The tramps of being in demand.
Should I stray to oceans view. Cocktails by the beach front bar. Taste of peach mixed with strawberries and bannana. So sweet to the taste apon painted lips. But none can ever quench the thirst. For the sunset of savanna