Willie Short Mary Chapin Carpenter

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[Verse 1]
The sun beats down on the freeway
Breeze barely crawls through the screen
And all I can see are the spaces
Left here by what might have been

[Verse 2]
You may not see me in Houston
If I'm who you come looking for
I'm not going to work in the morning
I ain't washing dishes no more

[Verse 3]
I never have claimed to be perfect
I haven't been so bad
And I can't count the days I'll be leaving
But I'm glad for the ones I've had

[Verse 4]
No one can take this heart from me
No one can scatter my soul
But it's hard, mister, dying by inches
From something I cannot control

[Verse 5]
So Lord, let me run in your meadows
Lord, let me sleep in your arms
And protect me from all of these people
Who think I am doing them harm