Justin Rutledge
Alberta Breeze
Oh, my city is dressed in skinHer lips are dark, her ankles thinOh, my dizzy ballerina,won't you give us a spin?My country's cold in Autumn's chainsEvery time I think of her, it rainsAnd she breathes upon the morning,shakes all the weathervanesNow, I try to keep a steady hand,'cause I'm living in a shaky landLord, I try to be an honest man,but it's tougher than I ever plannedIn the west-bound air tonight,those centuriesMy tongue-tied beheaded bride,the Alberta breezeOh, David, drive like you never doneOh, Sarah, sing like you never sungOh, my dizzy ballerina,spin like you never spunNow, I'm selling you a telegramLetras de cancionesabout my days in the caravanwith the steers and the bleating lambsTook the money and away I ranBut I recall how the dress you worerose above your kneesas the thrush flew from the mouth ofthe Alberta breezeMan, the summer's turned its back on mewith a sorrow-laden symmetry,with a highway kind of robbery,like my life was an apologyAnd I don't think about you all the timeOnly when the treessway somehow slaughtered bythe Alberta breeze
From Letras Mania