Wickenburg

I heard you come in You saw the night mask I was wearing You laid down too close I rolled over you thought I spoke "Wudya say?" Posed real soft "Shut the door Today was real rough" I heard you slip out In the morning 2am we're being torn apart By a wild wicked thing that thinks of no one but itself And some run And some cough And some get out of there And some get lost I wouldn't mind Getting lost with you I wouldn't mind That at all