...
Now it seems to me, some fine things
Have been laid upon your table
But you only want the ones that you can't get
...
The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine
It's hard to tell the night time from the day
You're losin' all your highs and lows
Ain't it funny how the feeling goes away?
Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
Come down from your fences, open the gate
It may be rainin', but there's a rainbow above you
You better let somebody love you, before it's too late
Now it seems to me, some fine things
Have been laid upon your table
But you only want the ones that you can't get
...
The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine
It's hard to tell the night time from the day
You're losin' all your highs and lows
Ain't it funny how the feeling goes away?
Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
Come down from your fences, open the gate
It may be rainin', but there's a rainbow above you
You better let somebody love you, before it's too late
Hearing this song always makes the day rainy and cold. Today is rainy and cold already (51 although not currently precipitating). It also reminds me of myself all winter. And it reminds me of something completely verbally unexplainable, although I'll try:
sitting on the corral
watching waiting
smoking another cigarette
smoke rising in the distance
gray barn
muck in the corral
grass on the slopes
old hat pulled down over the eyes
rain dripping fore and aft
beat-up boots
torn pants over skinny legs
tight shirt over poky bones
tired
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