Boulder - Dead Scouts

Sew your skirt lace out of time, While I write the words to rhyme Just what I am thinking, Just what I should say. If I have to go I'd rather stay. Colorado canyon girl who set me free, Brown eyes in the morning looking back at me And just for that one moment You're all that I see Searching for some other place to be. More than anyone can try I hope you'll see That I belong standing right before your eyes. If you can take the time to find where I went wrong, then I think you just might realize. So sew your skirt lace and I'll go home. But not quite where I started from. And take it so you'll feel it And take it so you'll know. Take one long last look before I go. More than anyone can try I hope you'll see That I belong Standing right before your eyes. When you have the time to see its been Too long, then I'll come on back to Boulder Skies.

I don't want to hear a love song I got on this airplane just to fly And I know there's life below me But all you can show me Is the prairie and the sky And I don't want to hear a sad story Full of heartbreak and desire The last time I felt like this I was in the wilderness And the canyon was on fire And I stood on the mountain In the night and I watched it burn I watched it burn, I watched it burn I would rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham I would hold my life in his saving grace I would walk all the way from Boulder to Birmingham If I thought I could see, I could see your face Well you really got me this time And the hardest part is knowing I'll survive And I come to listen for the sound Of the trucks as they move down Out on 95 And pretend that it's the ocean Coming down to wash me clean, to wash me clean Baby, do you know what I mean? I would rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham I would hold my life in his saving grace I would walk all the way from Boulder to Birmingham If I thought I could see, I could see your face If I thought I could see, I could see your face

All alone in my bedroom With the lights turned down and my roommate gone I know it's over, still I cling on 'Cause I'm my own right-hand girl And I don't need anyone But sometimes I miss your stupid face, and your taste And your smoking gun It's so depressing how the tear ducts in my eyes Are so much wetter than the space between my thighs Oh, oh, oh, I can't help if thinking about it only makes me cry It keeps me wet, you know you keep me wet 'Til I run dry It's nights like this that remind me of my deepest fantasy Where I'm all alone and I feel the cold, dark earth caressing me 'Cause I'm six feet under nearly, and I don't have anyone, but This wouldn't be the first or last time that Both my tears and I have come It's so depressing how the tear ducts in my eyes Are so much wetter than the space between my thighs Oh, oh, oh, I can't help if thinking about it only makes me cry It keeps me wet, you keep me wet 'Til I run dry My blood runs cold, my thoughts are plasmic From not letting go And letting go could be orgasmic But I guess I wouldn't know It's so depressing how the tear ducts in my eyes Are so much wetter than the space between my thighs Oh, oh, oh, I can't help if thinking about you only makes me cry It keeps me wet, you know you keep me wet 'Til I run dry

Won't you come around in your car in the middle of the night again? I've got a thundering storm cloud hanging low above my head again And if I lied about my age, is it fine? Would you mind? Sorry, we can blame it on that I'm young, naïve, and really miserable And, yeah, I wanna spend the night with you Yeah, I wanna feel a beating, bleeding heart, don't you? 'Cause I've never really known, but I pinky promise you I'm grown and I wanna know what it feels like, ah Won't you take me to the place where you took me in your arms again And fill my lungs up with your smoke 'til I find a way to breathe again? I ain't scared of boys, but boy, you're a man And if anybody could, I'm sure you can For a girl this young, naïve, and miserable And, yeah, I wanna spend the night with you Yeah, I wanna feel a beating, bleeding heart, don't you? 'Cause I've never really known, but I pinky promise you I'm grown and I wanna know what it feels like, ah You want a fresh cut flower, and I'm your sweet red rose You want a fresh cut flower, and I'm your sweet red rose You want a fresh cut flower, and I'm your sweet red rose You want a fresh cut flower, and I'm your sweet red rose Yeah, I wanna spend the night with you I wanna feel something, anything for once Don't you turn around, don't take me home 'Cause I pinky promise you, I'm grown And I wanna know what it feels like, ah