Portales

(álbum: Lost Train Of Thought - 1992)

North of Portales, above the Caprock plain
She's looking out a window at the New Mexico rain
I'd found her sleeping in a haystack
I left her dreaming and I've never been back

It's a hand-woven love song of sadness
It's all I sing when I think of you
Morning love, sighs, goodbyes, and madness
Is all I ever gave to you

She was a woman, she's 'bout age twenty-five
Nice to look at, wild and alive
She was in love, you know, but I could not see
When she said her prayers she'd say one for me

It's a hand-woven love song of sadness
It's all I sing when I think of you
Morning love, sighs, goodbyes, and madness
Is all I ever gave to you

Sometime that winter I heard that old a high wild wind, cold and alone
Then she gave me an old ring for my hand
She says "I know you're leaving, but love me while you can"

It's a hand-woven love song of sadness
It's all I sing when I think of you
Morning love, sighs, goodbyes, and madness
Is all I ever gave to you
Is all I ever gave to you