Mayflower

The rattlesnake is tired
Cornered and wired
The broken and lonely hearts
Fill up the bar
A blue congregation
With similar scars
And they're here
'Cause they've heard
And they watch you uncoil
On the stage
You turn into smoke
And you hover and curl
You rattle the blues
And spit out the pearls
And I catch them
And I hold them
I hold them tight to my throat

Chorus
And I wanted to pick you up
Mr. West Texas
And cradle you safe in my core
Where there's music and pain
Red wine and rain
And a beautiful chair
On a dusty old floor
Oh I never have been to
The west Texas plains
But I fell in the cracks
Of your voice
And the words in between
Are telling me
There ain't much choice

With one foot
On shaky ground
And the other securely down
In the shadowland
(Ohhhh)
It's harder to stand
Than when he began
And once fallen so hard
To recover
He said, "I love my life
I can't wait 'til it's over"