I bush camped last night, with you, walkabout inside of me, had conversations with the fire, burning love into me, of some kind. O... I miss the smell of you on me I woke this morning, cold to the bone, alone in a frosty tent. O… the smell of my boots,-smoke, and spilled whiskey, -and the wise words given to me by an angel, written in the stars of last night O… I miss looking into the eyes of you I got the billy boiling coffee for the demons in me. Today,- I ride through this desert country, with the early sun already taking aim at me, trying to burn the living hell out of me. O… I miss the smell of you on me, looked at the photo of you in my wallet, only to have you looking back at me. packed my dreams, and the image of you, -dancing with the flame, burning in me. saddled, the iron horse, took the dusty road to let the demons run free. with the front wheel pointing to wherever you might be. O… I miss looking into the eyes of you Oh… and those words given to me, by the angel,... will stay forever with me. -“Everybody dies, but not everybody lives”- Do you really know, what it means; ..."to be free"? How many more stops before I get to you, I wonder? Cold nights… and miles upon miles to cover. Through stormy weather, in my dirty best— jeans and leather. O… I miss the smell of you on me, O… I miss looking into the eyes of you O... I wish you were here with me Oh... I wish you were here with me
