the warmth of oklahoma rested there in her sleeping eyes the barrel of her body breathing next to mine another man s apartment penetrated by the sun greeting us with morning as the day begun inspire me with joy and thoughts of better days you tell me i look silly well i hang my head that way friend who all left back up on top of a hill was dealing with the weight of green mountains holding still with crystals in his eyes he held his guitar like he said the burden of a good man is never doing anything right oh my fingers are small demons but your hair is honest and bright but if i meet you in the middle do you think that you could spend the night have you had your heart broken your young life said the small frame of a man whose words blocked out the light with my mother sitting next me i said sure i guess then looking over lake champlain i felt the water in my chest but the joy the young girl showed me made me feel refreshed for once i felt i could live a life without regret but even as i left it back as i went out west the blonde boulders of a show would stay with me until my death the warmth of oklahoma rested there in her sleeping eyes the barrel of her body breathing next to mine oh what you are with my i cannot decide but i know the comfort visits when youre laying by my side