Guitar in his hand, crucifix around his neck, he boarded the train unknowing of what was coming next. a call of fate and destiny had bought him to this place, dreary skies, rain falling, her voice his saving grace.
His demons in his pocket, her soul fresh and rare they start their journey dancing on a feverish love affair.
She takes his demons eagerly and offers him her soul, their energy igniting flames leaving nothing left untold.
His demons in her pocket, her soul in his hand, they decide this night that love will make a stand..
Guitar in his hand, he turns to home and smiles, for this journey he knew was worth all the miles.
Hes seen alot of country and travelled playing shows, destiny preparing him for what he didnt know.
He’d found a love so powerful a beauty to behold, and now his heart, he had felt as such, had surely just been sold.
His heart in her hands, her soul on his mind, they start the dance they often hear called “walk the line”
Nights are getting restless his mind starting to fade, he starts to hear fear the little voice questioning decisions made.
Her love for him so solid, She hangs on to him tight, for She will see him through another restless night.
Demons in his mind, his body in her arms
they both lie deceived their love can do no harm.
for love was never easy for either to understand, all they knew its easier when its in eachothers hand.
His love in her hand, and her love in his, they lie separately wondering exactly what it is.
Their loves a link to madness that neither can explain, its mad to go without eachother, but is it madder to remain.
his heart and his mind are fighting, her soul is in his gut, he is tired and feeling weary of loves unwanted rut.
His Guitar on the floor, his crucifix in a draw, he closes his eyes and rests his mind he can think of nothing more.
She wants him so badly, to see her the same, in the eyes of the man that stepped off the train.
Guitar in his hand, Crucifix around his neck. would he have boarded the train if he knew what was coming next.
