Do We Ever Really Leave Texas?
There ’s a life we lead behind closed eyes, A place we likely leave this world from when we die But find ourselves to our surprise riding a bus up Highway 83, Somewhere outside Abilene, drifting in and out of sunlit sleep. If it feels like that scene only in dreams and movies, Where you end up in a bright white room, and even if it’s Green, it’s a good idea to pinch yourself, kick a wall, Throw a fit! (It’s too bad you can’t fly). Ask them to call someone else to come pick you up, Take you home, bec...