Maverick (Hey fuckers, it rhymes!)
Somewhere down in the heart of America
Nashville shines with the prints of your fingers
the scent of a sweet night lingers
Nashville shines with the prints of your fingers
the scent of a sweet night lingers
and sticks to your hair
down in the deep down south
where the rivers run like cannonballs
we touch, hold hands in waterfalls
where the rivers run like cannonballs
we touch, hold hands in waterfalls
while the fireflies light the way
this is heat of the west
stuck inside, in caves and places
carved by wind carving faces
Montana takes a picture
like the moonlight on the ocean
glitters at each crest of wave
like the prairie wind stops in
just to say goodnight
there goes our care
over mountains, lakes and cloud
shouting, screaming loud
we close our eyes on America
posted by Allister Reynolds at 10:47 AM
