. Where painters look to sea. The colors burn out. Now I know where. I once saw you. Stepping into muddy water. John's reflection. Decried perfection. Now you walk him through the gardren. Waiting
. Old cowboys ain't got much to say. Christmas comes on Christmas day. And I guess what I'm getting to. Is girl I got a thing for you. Farmers farm and painters paint. God is good and the Devil ain't