The summer that I broke my arm
I waited for your letter
I have no feeling for you now
Now that I know you better
I wish that I could have loved you then
Before our age was through
And before a world war does with us whatever it will do
Dreamed I drove home to Houston
On a highway that was underground
There was no light that we could see
world
waited
trust
there
sound
underground
sermon
quoting
never
summer
mount
millionaire
loved
inside
children
whatever
billionaire
failing
doubts
broke
about
hiding
righteousness
beginning
think
private
dreamed
light
before
better
could
houston
drove
prison
engine
letter
living
feeling
listened
garden
highway
through
interest
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