Beulah Follow

Me and I, yeah we're going your way
Summer trumpets and open the gates
No angels there to greet me
They can't breathe and they won't see me

And I'll do, I'll do but a little won't help you now, I'll do

I was a kid and you were my hero
Bathed in rhinestones and brand new chinos
I was young, drunk and easy
We would tool but our holsters were empty

'Long the wayside gonna change our names, they're easily replaced
It comes on heavy like a symphony at the CiniMart
Even though we don't mean what we say
We throw our words like bombs and hand grenades

Arms are waiting like a monument, it comes and goes in time
Like highway signs we post along the way and wonder were they've gone
Even though we don't mean what we say
We throw our words like bombs and hand grenades

Me and I, yeah we're going your way
Summer trumpets and open the gates
No angels there to greet me