Shannon Wright

You couldn't keep Your lavish voice down Like a volcanic flow That clings to the ground When the light shone down Upon your checkered face You reach but don't take In a quiet room No more time to spend alone This place is drab You're the best friend

Two young horses dragging to St. Pete Worn out tired, right here And the night falls on this oceans' white hour 'Cause you won't be coming home to me And you said it sad and so playfully I wish God would make things clear 'Cause there's no fight left