Dallas Love Field by Henry Jamison

She sings of apple trees and blossoms
and she called me from Dallas Love Field
as a winter storm warning went on taunting me
When we met we were two bright-eyed alcoholics
in the springtime in the Year of Our Lord
as we glanced the gilded edges of our identities

But ever the wayof the lover's lot
that black as the kettle's the hypocrite pot
often, then more, more often than not

c'mere baby, in the darkening hour
riding our bikes to the dive bar at the edge of town
was it some shrill and false persona that was leading me round?
well my right hand offended me but my left hand was waving free
till it knocked me out
did it?

to be honest babe,I never saw you coming, no
though I did believe the world to be a starry dome(did it did it did it I) so maybe we take the longer way
to a cosmic home, a place to stay
spinning lanterns in a field until the end of days

c'mere baby, in the darkening hour
riding our bikes to the dive bar at the edge of town
was it some shrill and false persona that was leading me round?well my right hand offended me but my left hand was waving free
till it knocked me out
did it?

well my right hand offended me
so I got down on bended knee and I cut it off
did I?