First Rodeo

1 2 3 4 I know you sat alone so many nights waiting for me. Cold, your face like a stone, I hang up the phone when we disagree. Standing there by my side when the fighting is done, glaring at me in the light is my little toy gun. Shining in black lik

I'm the salt in your sugar cane But it's not the taste that I blame It's not you or I Because we tried tried tried The more we change The more things stay the same Your eyes were red Mine painted black My thin blue dress Slid down my back You held me