To Love Is to Bury-Cowboy Junkies
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TXT To Love Is to Bury-Cowboy Junkies 文本歌词
I buried him down by the river
'cause that's where he liked to be
And every night when the moon is high
I go there and weep openly
He and I were married
By this river 'neath this willow tree
And with God and friends witnessing it
He pledged his life to me
To me he was earth
And I rooted in his soil
I to he was sky vast and free
Of the burdens from which he toiled
Then one night a terrible fight
Words spoken better left unsaid
With his wedding vows ringing in my ears
He gave his life to me
They say to love is to bury
Those demons from which we all hide
But tonight by this river 'neath this willow tree
Becoming one of earth and sky
200 more miles
Atlanta's a distant memory
Montgomery a recent birth
And tulsa burns on the desert floor
Like a signal fire
I got willie on the radio
A dozen things on my mind
And number one is fleshing out
These dreams of mine
I've got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line
Before I sleep
But there'll be no warm sheets or welcoming arms
To fall into tonight
In nashville there is a lighter
In a case for all to see
It speaks of dreams and heartaches
Left unsung
And in the corner stands a guitar and
Lonesome words scrawled in a drunken hand
I don't travel past, travel hard before
And I'm beginning to understand
That I've got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line
Before I sleep
But there'll be no warm sheets or welcoming arms
To fall into tonight
They say that I am crazy
My life wasting on this road
That time will find my dreams
Scared or dead and cold
But I heard there is a light
Drawing me to reach an end
And when I reach there, I'll turn back
And you and I can begin again
I've got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line
Before I sleep
But there'll be no warm sheets or welcoming arms
To fall into tonight
I've got 200 more miles of rain asphalt in line
Before I sleep
But I wouldn't trade all your golden tomorrows
For one hour of this night
Atlanta's a distant memory
Montgomery a recent birth
And tulsa burns on the desert floor
Like a signal fire
