The blond woman is sitting in her favorite chair. The fingers of each hand are pressed against each other and she flexes them simultaneously as if she is experimenting with their movement. She is looking forward past the other woman in front of her. She has no answer for the question. The other women decides …
the singer with tears in your eyes
The singer with tears in your eyes. Sometimes you fall, sometimes you fly Tonight you cry. The singer with tears in your eyes. Reminiscing about stolen guitars but still, you sing. Your pain is tearing at my own heartstrings. Not even the microphone can hide the anguish. The tools of a songwriter's trade...a cherished legacy …
Dixie's Road Trip 