She is my first love
Graceful in all her ways
Folding the
Every Sunday morning, before daybreak
Down upon the farm, on the
Out of the mist rising
Ten thousand navajo braves
Shining like golden
We began by sharing more together
Black against white made it
There's a road that I must go
There are short cuts
Here's that feeling once again
Across the room you turn and
High rise blocks out the gloom
The pavement sticks like glue
You're
I was looking for an easy ride
Never wanting to get
