TOPOGRAPHY OF ONE HEART BLUES
The mountains you crawl up - Valley fall-downs...you ain't
Never gonna get this here 'Topography'....
Words with no meanin's - except to dig a hole
In my poor dang-broken heart's 'Topography'!
You got big words to express your smart ol' self -
You teach this poor cowboy every day...
But when I try to kiss your 'topography',
You suddenly ain't got one word to say!
Baby, I ain't sayin' I'm too dumb to understand ya -
But I just ain't got no use for this 'Topography' -
When it comes to matters of the heart, sweet Baby,
I think I truly know all its Geography...
An' you can't seem to see that the lay of the land
Is I love you - and you're gonna get it wrong:
If you think that usin' big ol' words and talkin'
All night thru, is gonna change the lay of this song...
Cuz I ain't no school boy - I'm jus' an old cowpoke -
An' I usually don't have the time of day
For folks analyzin' feelings like they all was
Some 'topography' that you can run away from - or stay...
Give me your kiss, Baby - I'll give you back my hands -
I'll lead you cross this land to where you wanna be...
Cuz I got a fine ranch and trees and water and the stars above
An that's all that we need of this 'topography'...
All we really need of some 'topography'....
4/26/12
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