A Message To Lorin
(In the emergency lane on I-24 from Clarksville to Paducah)
(Sometimes you just gotta write)
I’m too confused to see
Baby grab a hold of me
Lead me to a different place
Just make sure we leave no trace
My past tries to find me wherever I flee
It keeps trying to drag me back to where I use to be
And the past knows more than just my face
It catches up to the present and tries to interlace
It takes no time to catch up, just like old friends
And for subject matter, conversation never ends
But sooner than later things get out of control
Half my friends are felons and out on parole
So think of my past and think of the message it sends
And think about how nothing I can do ever defends
The positions of fate or the decisions I’ve made
See from my original plans I have always frayed
Somewhat spontaneous I go in any direction
So baby grab a hold of me and give me your protection
Show me you are the girl for which I have always prayed
Show me you have the hold I can’t cut with my blade
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