Texas Was Not On My Mind

how hard was the day
to cause your eyes of pain
to look my way as the clock stroke eight
and i shivered at the whistle of the freight

you wanted to board a speeding car
i could tell but i just didn't have the heart
to follow you on the quest
for whatever you lost years ago

taken as lack of love
taken as disloyalty
taken as a sign of failed destiny
my hands whimpered beneath the strength of yours
you would not let me go
until the grip ceased my bloodflow

the whistle grew
with the drumming of the oncoming war
trapped between the time i gave you my soul
and the time you served tainted blood

no breathing...
you whispered.

'til the moon is darkened and i am through
clearly, a woman's pleas meant nothing to a man
in need of conquering the threat of
"no longer mine"

lights out in this corner of the world
just you, your red 100, and i
does it constantly come down to this:
death within after months of bliss?

the carpet rolled beneath my feet
taking away the balance i once knew
and like a cold 1941 morning of a jew
i had no choice but to follow you