Tucson To Texas

She says she feels the safest standing in the pouring rain But it could rain for forty years and never wash away the pain The bitter taste of grief will always be hers to swallow Since she lost her heart's desire to that blessed curse called Rodeo "Just one more ride & I'll be on my way, never more to roam" now she wanders through an empty house that'll never be a home how she longs to hear him whistling as he comes through the door instead the silence is deafening & it tears her to the core She wishes she could turn back time & stop the hand of fate now he sleeps up on the hill & she will have to wait to whisper soft "I love you" or one last "good bye" she wonders if he hears her, as she silently asks "Why?" That Brahma wasn't lined out for that chute that day The rigging that he'd used was new, a present on Christmas Day It wasn't anything down & dirty, just an exhibition ride one quick show for the kids & he'd be back with his new bride Now she sleeps in his old work shirt and dreams of his embrace she fingers his battered Stetson & pictures his smiling face No matter where she turns "He's gone" is all she hears and stretching from Tucson to Texas, you'll find a trail of tears (c)August 2002