my goodness
belle brigade, the
my goodness is a tumbleweed
it wilted and it hardened
like a lifeless bouquet i let it blow away
and if i pass my goodness on the road
if i see it on the blacktop
and if i recognize and ask to hold it
i neglected the arrow that tore into the marrow
in a feather cascade i let it blow away
and if i pass my love beside the road
if i see it on the blacktop
and if i recognize and ask to hold it
and if i pass my goodness on the road
if i see it on the blacktop
and if i recognize and ask to hold it