She Paints My Way Home (Live)

Your heart and your arms always open
Someplace to crawl when I'm broken down
The voices of reason have spoken
A sea of resolve washes over me now

Like the sound of a kettle on a rainy day
The feel of my pillow when my head is gray
The Sunday morning smells that I know so well

I take off and land in desert sands
Vegas is no place for a civilized man
By Trailways or train through a hurricane
Just set me back down by your side again

Like the sound of a kettle on a rainy day
The feel of my pillow when my head is gray
The Sunday morning smells that I know so well
I know so well

Oh, she paints my way home
Here we go again
Oh, she paints my way home
Here we go again

My senses are keen to a world so obscene
Like pop stars and killers who appear in a dream
But I'm cloaked in armor my focus is true
Make peace with the demons
Who would keep me from you

Like the sound of a kettle on a rainy day
The feel of my pillow when my head is gray
The Sunday morning smells that I know so well
I know so well
I know so well
I know baby



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