by Cary Kembla. Performances and production by the folks at Studio X, Nashville, Tennessee
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ROLLIN' IN
I brood in my bed in the dark
'Bout that empty place where you park
And will your headlights appear
Or can I dream peacefully here?
But it seems I'm all out of luck
That sound of your red pickup truck
I close my eyes, I try to sleep
But you just keep rollin' in
I try not to dwell on it ßmuch
But the wound is still sore to the touch
These visions that won't let me be
Of the times we had, you and me
But the one that I cannot blur
Of the way you were kissing with her
I close the door into my dreams
But you just keep rollin' in
I've tried so hard to tell you
What it is that's wrong
But when you cross that threshold
I want to carry on
At dawn as you drive away
I try to face the new day
But now I'm down on my knees
I beg you my heart to release
But it seems I'm all out of luck
That sound of your red pickup truck
I close the door into my dreams
But you just keep rollin' in
Yeah you just keep rollin' in
© 2020 Cary Kembla
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