I tried to paint a picture of Maggie in the weeds, layin down, lookin at me. but I couldn't think straight, couldn't see. couldn't put it all down, with her distractin' me. But she was paying me after all, to give her something complete, and she didn't know I loved her, and I didn't know I could have had her there, right there. You could feel it in the air, like a static breeze. pulling you in but not setting you free. Only thing that would set me free, Only thing that could set me free, was her embrace. And she stared at me and laughed as I was speechless when she asked me If it was done. I looked at the blank canvas, looked up at her and smiled. Saying nothing. She got up and stood behind me, but she wasn't angry, She couldn't think too, All that she wanted to do, she did right then with me, and we fell into the weeds. You could feel it in the air, like a static breeze. pulling you in but not setting you free. Only thing that would set me free, Only thing that could set me free, was her embrace. You could feel it in the air, like a static breeze. pulling you in but not setting you free. Only thing that would set me free, Only thing that could set me free, was her embrace.
