After the guns are silentAnd after my wounds have healedAnd
Gray socks and black shoes, black hair and eyes so
I'm the desert, you're the rainWhen I'm cracked and dry
Well, I did see a man on a bicycleriding through
I woke to find the note that I thoughtwould never
And I rode near all my life on a ranch
Don't call me for supper if you don't mean to
Something in the way you talkmaybe baby, just the way
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