Poetry, Texas

Well the house is the same as you left it Though a little more worn than the day You packed up your clothes and the dreams that we sowed In the garden and then drove away Now I never said that I'd never beg For something not given freely So please come back to Poetry Texas Now please come back for me I hope you know I never stopped trying To be what you needed somehow I tried to be who you wanted but you Never saw who I am now So if the city has left you wanting the life That you once had with me Then please come back to Poetry Texas Now please come back for me Now sometimes I drive up to old South Fork Creek Just to get closer to you I can still see your clothes hung from a branch Low on that hundred year old willow tree And now the fireflies float on the meadow at dusk like when you filled that jar for me And brought them all back to light up our bedroom And in the morning set 'em all free Now freedom's a dream that we hold in our minds But it's our minds that won't set us free So please come back to Poetry Texas Now please come back for me Now you cross my mind at the rodeo Each year when the harvest is over Remember that big Oak you carved my name it it's soul There by the fork in the road Now in a thousand years that tree will be here But our lives will be someone's memory So please come back to Poetry Texas Now please come back for me Please come back to Poetry Texas Now please come back for me