silverado days
me and ?
yeah we’re going your way
sound 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
the little help you know
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 duel but our holsters were empty
and i’ll do i’ll do
with the little help you know
i’ll do
love the wayside
gonna change our names
the reason we were placed
it comes on heavy like a symphony
at the center mark
‘cause even though
we don’t mean what we say
we throw our words like bombs and had grenades
arms are waiting like a monument
it comes and goes in time
with highway signs we post along the way
we wonder where they go
‘cause even though
we don’t mean what we say
we throw our words like bombs and had grenades
on to warmer
