Spin my tires
Start my fires
I will wade on through.
Castle red
I’ll be dead
Long before you.
I will die a poor man
Covered in dust,
Dreaming of you.
Tip toes
Plain clothes
I am a closed hand.
Chipped brow
Somehow,
I hope you understand.
I will die a poor man
Covered in dust,
Dreaming of you.
I will die a poor man
Covered in dust,
Dreaming of you.