Think I’ll sit and rest my bones
Low in my evening chair
I’ll follow you right into the colors that float in the air
Though I have a calm obsession with those changing eyes
The more that I see out in front of me
The more that I want to get by
Who needs my love?
Who needs my love
I know who I was thinking of
I need some warm affection and shade of a live oak tree
Now that we’re out of a long western drought
Let us drink from these sweet dripping springs
Who needs my love
Who needs my love
You know
Who I was thinking of
Who needs my love
Who needs my love
You
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