Girl, I can still remember
When I first took your hand.
I led you to the alter
And said I’d be your man.
Though I’ve been trying lately,
I just can’t understand
The way that you’ve been acting.
Perhaps nobody can.
Your thoughts are always distant.
They’re never here with me.
I’ll bet that you’ve been thinking
About what used to be.
I wish that I could help you
Erase that memory,
‘Cause when I look at you, girl,
There’s just one thing I see.
On the horizon, there’s a flame out of control.
The smoke is rising from the fire in your soul.
There’s no disguising, soon I won’t have you to hold
‘Cause you’ll be there with your old flame, out of control.
Dec. 22, 1990
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