Lobo

I remember to this day The bright red georgia clay And how it stuck to the tires After the summer rain Will power made that old car go A woman’s mind told me that so Oh how i wish We were back on the road again Me and you and a dog named boo Travellin’…

I stopped sending flowers to your apartment You said you aren’t home much anymore I stopped dropping by without an appointment ’cause i’d hear laughter coming through your door Sometimes late at night you’ll still call me Just before you close your eyes to sleep You make me vow to try and stop by sometime…