A thousand lives you live,
but please don’t try to tame them.
With all the love you give
you might as well be an alien.
I won’t torch down your roots,
the nature of a wild thing.
With denim and with ***** boots
singing the blues and dancing to the swing.
A thousand tales you tell
about the stars and wicked moonshine.
But all I need to hear
is a tune that I can call mine.
I won’t slow down the beat
of this aching heart’s desire
as I wander across this world
and my soul is set on fire.
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 6:59 PM UTC
A thousand lives you live,
but please don’t try to tame them.
With all the love you give
you might as well be an alien.
I won’t torch down your roots,
the nature of a wild thing.
With denim and with ***** boots
singing the blues and dancing to the swing.
A thousand tales you tell
about the stars and wicked moonshine.
But all I need to hear
is a tune that I can call mine.
I won’t slow down the beat
of this aching heart’s desire
as I wander across this world
and my soul is set on fire.
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