After a car journey of more than twenty hours, crossing the entire coast of Florida, then Orlando, then New Orleans, Baton Rouge, Julian arrived in Houston, where he met Jake and Sue, and other friends who know their territory inside out, and they showed him the ins and outs of the Texas city. ******************************************* © Copyright (2025) ******************************************* Verse 1 Big Texas sky watches over me. Oil derricks tell old stories now. Astrodome whispers glory days past. Diverse cultures form this warm soul. Bayou waters move deep and slow. Chorus Air feels wide open. Space dust floats high. I feel the beat. This home makes sense. Verse 2 NASA rockets launched high dreams there. The Gulf breeze brings sweet, thick air. Old brick buildings hold music true. We gather for the Sunday feast. The friendly spirit makes me stay. Chorus Air feels wide open. Space dust floats high. I feel the beat. This home makes sense. Verse 3 My work boots pound the hot ground. Barbecue smoke signals supper time. The vast terrain shows true power. We built fortunes from the deep earth. Every corner holds something real. Chorus Air feels wide open. Space dust floats high. I feel the beat. This home makes sense. Verse 4 Then a truck pulled up beside me. A warm smile offered an open seat. "Name's Jake, this is my sweet Sue." They showed me backroad secret spots. We explored old, forgotten factories. Chorus Air feels wide open. Space dust floats high. I feel the beat. This home makes sense.
