Red River: Music

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Here on the panhandle

I’m fit to be fried

Thinkin’ it over

Knowin’ everybody lied

About him

And here I am

 

A promise and a dollar

Will buy you a drink

Of coffee in a cup

While you sit here and think

As the dust

Fills your lungs                                                                        

 

Don’t listen to your friends

Don’t listen to your heart

Don’t listen to anyone

Don’t draw any charts

Cuz it don’t matter at all

It won’t work out after all

And here you are

With nothin’ as far as the eye can see

But the wind blows on endlessly

Least you got your thoughts

Bitter as they are

Buck up and face the fire

With muddy tears                                                                   

 

A lone desert flower

In the Cimarron heat

A rose in the desert

Together we’d beat

The odds

And curse the gods

 

But the days never ended

Just oily red dirt

A film of frustration

Coated in hurt

Lorn remains

Of dreams and days                                       

 

The clock’s runnin’ faster                                                                    

Time’s runnin’ out

Feel myself greyin’

Alone with my doubts

 

I watch him drivin’ down

The dirt road out of town

And here I am                                                 

 

A man with frustration

Pain and regret                                                                       

Like the columns in shadow

I watch the sun set

 

Stuff my hopes in a keepsake box

And snap the heart-shaped lock

And curse the dust                             

 

 

© 2005 Michelle Anderson