Atwood

I saw her standing there in a yellow dress
She shot that arrow straight into my chest
She came from Kansas City or was it New Orleans
And she left her home when she was just 16
I said I’ll marry you and quit my wicked ways
Build you a simple home where we can spend our days
Oh this prairie wide will be our paradise
We’ll grow old and grow wise under an open sky
The road to Hell is only paved with best intentions
But so’s the road to grace
And while you’re lying awake thinking of past mistakes
Have a little faith
But the sky went black and not a drop of rain
And the wind howled up across the plain
So I left my love in a time of need
Oh I left my love with a mouth to feed
The road to Hell is only paved with best intentions
But so’s the road to grace
And while you’re lying awake thinking of past mistakes
Have a little faith
Darling if I could, I’d rope these stars
But I’m stuck in Atwood and Heaven’s just too far
So I’ll take this road and a broken heart
And I’ll come back for you no matter where you are