Night, come lift me away from day
Number one, like a bullet on a chart gone astray
Rains keep slip sliding my muddy feet in gray
Passing clouds never answered me
Texas knows I'm in love with her yellow rose
Tuesday blue moonlight strikes a provocative pose
Where I'll be by morning only Houston knows
Winding roads never answered me
Talking to these walls isn't getting me anywhere
If I never wrote another note of poetry Mrs. Paper wouldn't care
She has always thought my pain was too much to bare
Open morning flowers never answered me
Give me to wind and let thunder take my place
Never let their sideways shadows shade your face
Only the fittest of the fit will survive this race