love can be a dream
love can be a machine
filled with tears and things
gold with feelings
pasting over hearts
that we use to be
love can be a haystack
at that Backerfield barn of time
love can think about our farther
and race us back to that river again
love can be all our thoughts
that cant ever stop again
with memories lastin over rain
chasin down more pain
talking over that old song
as the jukebox does it best
to make it us again
wating for all these weeds
to grow into trust in these country
Rose's than already choose us
love can be that steel gutair
liting our hopes way up
love can always decide on us again
love can become so vital
its becomes all our strengths
©mrnothing
M