Susanna Clark
Was your road to Mexico, diamonds or stones
Did you need that lucky piece I slipped in your hand
Were you ready for the cold winds that caught you at the Rio Grande
We were kinda crazy then
Need'n lovers more than friends
Songs on my guitar, you said were like flowers for your scars
May you find a friend tonight
May he finally treat you right
Can you find that same moon I've been stare'n at all night
Always keep your word shining, like some bullet bright
While this old world wears its heart like a big bulls eye
Don