Pacific standard time, Georgia state line
Thread the needle, riddle my rhyme
Come knock on my door
The fools finger wears the crown
Time to tie, your ribbons round
Around the sun, around the moon
Around our Love

100 days of rain in front of me
I’ve been thru thi

Fiddle tunes call the band
A simple melancholy melody
A new day mist
A soft pacific breeze
Now it's all coming back to me

About a stranger and it's real inside
Sometimes nowhere ain't make believe
Orchard girls know only of spring
My love is what this autumn bri

To you I'm just a memory
Something lost among the leaves
Something found along the way
And so begin these empty pages
At the end of a dream
Watch it slowly fade away
The slight of hand the bait and switch
All the parlor tricks have been played on me
I've seen them

Big gun powder and the Glasgow girl
Our lady of the highway with a string of pearls
Well I aint no modern masterpiece
New surrealist movement in the key of G

Well my baby loves me like an auto-harp
You see she plucks my mind and she strums my heart
We’re both victims of

Rosalee you little country thang
Sure ‘nuff know, how to make me smile
You like the jangle, of my tambourine
Won’t you stay a little while

Rosalee, sugar sweet
How I’d like to make you mine
I’d take you down, to the county seat
You could take my name anytime
Is

I was 13th at the table when the wine was passed around
Amid an air of suspicion my glance was meet with callous frowns
If I was superstitious I'd be the black cat no one wants hang'n round
Dark whispers in the hallway accusations out of bitter mouths
Strange figures in the doorw

She showed me a map to her past
And I showed her my rain
I had chosen the wanderer's path
And she chose to remain
Between right or wrong
We found a song to harmonize
If I’m dust and smoke
You know she must be a lullaby

In a time so tender
The tears make it c

Tomorrow blues you know I got them today
I can't believe what my baby say
Lips are move'n all I hear is goodbye
Been on the road so long my shoes turned to sand
Looking for a good time girl who understands
Looking for a rose in the garden of thorns

You been begging for

Tulsa yesterday tomorrow forever
Today I think I'll take my own sweet time
You can tell by my blues that I'm no beginner
Or just look into my eyes
I learned my lessons in the days back in the dogwood
Left some footprints in the deep red clay
Found my way past the temptati