Boilermaker, God's icebreaker, heart of splintered wood
An august boozer, contract roofer, had that Elvis look
Past the greenbelt, Days Inn motel, he wanted company
Called an old friend, she barely knew him, but went reluctantly
They're hiding under covers
Whispering like two kids
On guard to trust another
But they dream for something to come of this
A red winer, real nailbiter, hardened by design
Practical dreamer, some well-meaner, she's looking for a sign
On the bedside, lay back lengthwise, sometimes a silence falls
TV glowing, easy going, they could have it all
They're hiding under covers
Whispering like two kids
On guard to trust another
But they dream for something to come of this
He said, "Will my love grow back, if I give it away?"
She said, "You're just looking at old light anyway"
They're hiding under covers
Whispering like two kids
On guard to trust another
But they dream for something to come of this
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