The Silence and the Bell - Tom James Scott

One, two I like grass stains And the mountains and the prairies and the badlands And the canyons and the caverns and the desert sands And the birds and the bees and the bushes and the trees The snow and the wind and the rain and the sleet All underneath my feet, underneath my feet I like the sidewalks And the streets and the lights from the pawn shops And the windows and the doors when they ain't locked With my woman inside dying to see me Hold me, please me, love me, leave me Oh, down on my knees I like windmills And the trains and the truckers from the oil fields And the bugs when they splatter on my windshield And the way the sun feels, oh, it feels so real Oh, and the glory and the grace, and the glory and grace I like pool halls And the rammers and the gammers around the eight ball Come morning maybe looking at a stone wall With the aches and the pains and the elbows and knees And the cigarette tress is what we need Ah, cigarette trees I like grass stains And the mountains and the prairies and the badlands And the canyons and the caverns and the desert sands And the birds and the bees and the bushes and the trees The snow and the wind and the rain and the sleet All underneath my feet

The sun started falling When you woke up My feet weren't covered When you started getting dressed Don't leave this town my dear Don't leave even for the day I'm on the ropes again I need you as I am, oh The oars start sinking When you let go To use your hands while speaking Saying don't ever let us float Don't leave this town my dear Don't leave even for the day I'm on the ropes again I need you as I am I must have caught your cold I could not sleep at all I'm hanging on the ropes I need you as I fall...