Roadside Graves, The
Junk On The Highway
There's junk on the highway and litter under nose (?)
There's a motel bed you can see where the blood goes
I can hear coughin' in room 22
She leaves the key in the door but it takes more to get through
When she's sleeping that's the time I feel the most
And what you tell me came out like a ghost (?)
Her brown hair covers up a part of her face
And one side's at peace, the other is staying awake
No, and I'll never let the wind carry her away
No, and I'll never let the sun burn her skin
No, and I'll never let the rain compete for tears
No, and I'll never let the snow cover up her breast
No, and I'll never let the snow cover up her breast
And I doubt she even knows I'm sitting here
But this corner of the bed's the only place in the world I hold
Some reach for diamonds, others for gold
And my lady of the highway's sleeping nice and cold
From Letras Mania