BRAVEHEART ACHIN'

I was haunted last night, could not get peace in my bed...
Kept seeing your shadows pushing their way into my head.
I've been achin' a lot lately...
Christmas lights and cobalt fuzz.
Black light hummin' my baby...
I miss you just because.

But here's the funny fucking thing:
It's not my head nor my eyes that's breakin'...
It's just my Braveheart that's achin'.

I drove three thousand miles just to find myself...
I drove three thousand back just to escape the wealth.
Big sky lightnin', fast road drivin'...
Whole life crammed into my dusty Titan.
Sippin' beer in Memphis...
Listening to Little Jimmy King.
Looking for my temptress...
Saying "Love is the thing."
Dust and dirt through the mists of Texas...
Mad Season coming through the hills.
Down into Albuquerque...
Rising sun framed in the window sill.

But here's the funny fucking thing:
It's not my head nor my eyes that's breakin'...
It's just my Braveheart that's achin'.

Came back through six months later...
You right by my side.
As soon as we hit North Carolina...
My soul it just died.
Sippin' beer in Memphis...
Listening to Mr. King again.
That's the last time you made love with me...
What was it you said then?
We used to sing "White Discussion"...
Used to live and eat those words.
But all that's left is that you're a liar...
I guess I got what I deserved.

And here's the funny, fucking, tragic thing:
It's not my head nor my eyes that's breakin'...
It's just my Braveheart that's achin'.

18 December 1995
2316 hours