I developed a pretty unusual style, I think.
Stop your ears and close your eyes and try to find the face of love.
I don't give up because I don't give up. I don't believe in it.
Because you're mine, I walk the line.
The fire and excitement may be gone now that we don't go out there and sing them anymore, but the ring of fire still burns around you and I, keeping our love hotter than a pepper sprout.
How well I have learned that there is no fence to sit on between heaven and hell. There is a deep, wide gulf, a chasm, and in that chasm is no place for any man.