This Is Deer Country
Freight Train
Oh, ill-fated love of mineworn and agingsinking years, sinking yearshoping to be kept in mindfor youI would gladly waste my timeOh, lord if I could runswift-footed like a doe in fallrunning on, running onwithout regret or backward lookwithout markfrom the years you tookWhat love waits ahead for youwhen you've been freedfrom my clutching hands, clutching handsgrasping, groping furiouslyfor scraps of what our love had beenfor sweetness I have failed to giveCatch me round the throat againstill my heart, my song, my feet, my handsmake me sweet and stronglike the one you wanted all alonga womanwith a victory song
From Letras Mania