Wesley Blaylock

I sing my saddest songs in stormy weather Running from the thunder Waiting in the gray until the sun slowly rises And burns the world to gold, love It burns the world to gold Lead my trembling hands to something familiar Nameless is the feeling Won't

I'll go, cause I know this is what we need. But when you're right here in front of me, it's just so hard to do. I know all of this was our fantasy. We're headed for tragedy if we can't let this go. It's like falling asleep at the wheel and driving ri