The cavalries charged and the Indians died, oh the country was young with God on its side.
Your heart is like the ocean, mysterious and dark.
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip, my toes to numb to step, wait only for my boot heels to be wandering.
All I can do is be me, whoever that is.
I'm looking for a woman who's head is mixed up like mine.
I always thought the best kind of sunglasses are the motorcycle helmets with the black plastic masks on them. That way, nobody can recognize the back of your head either.