Like a birthday card & from a previous year, &
the weather in Chayco & is sparkling and clear. &
The girl lies in bed, & the boy sits in the yard. &
He wants to talk sleep & but he has to keep guard. &
She stirs from her sleep & and she calls for a beer; &
he knows there are none & and pretends not to hear. &
She hears his breath & like she's heard it before. &
She cuddles her sheets & as he slips out the door. &
God had derailed & the Lonestar train &
that can take her away & from sadness and pain. &
He acts like a saint & but the strain really shows; &
The boy scouts of America & taught him all that he knows.