Sad Theresa. On your front porch swing. The lights are twinkling bright. Nobody's home. Umm, sweet country thing. With your dress hiked up to your knees. Waiting on a call. Faith, hope and
spinning round a saint. Like colored wild sign. Theresa talkin' in the rain Like girl be growin' thru town. Windows are thoughts in the stain. I know I'd love her to stay. Whispering signs are agreeing
Once you were a straight shot, a shiny quarter in a new slot. Night would keep the dreams that you got for afternoon. Then telling the truth got so hard, we were dancing in the backyard. Once I kne
Under the skin,. But no further in. I've seen it before. I was hoping for more. If I could choose,. I'd rather a bruise. I'd just rather lose. Than hear another excuse. You're just a paper cut
You, how did you get so wise?. I take the advice I find in your eyes. Me, I've been waiting outside. Most of my life,. Oh like a rare b-side. I'm just making you mixtapes with homemade covers. A
