Wit's End

On my way to you, old county Hoping nothing's changed That your pain is never-ending That is, it's still the same County Line County Line I left so far behind You never even tried to love me What did I have to do to make you want me? I feel so blind,

In tribute to all things petite, pretty and sweet this verse I offer and greet in desire to replete A portrait painted from truth but imagined to soothe for Beauty, eternal in youth I stumbled out of the saloon an evening last June and heard a distan