by the time i get to burnside
i am a laborer for the county
and i walk down many a road
passing yellow tinged memories
and singed bridges from long ago
i can hear you through the airwaves
and in the recesses of my mind
i need you more than want you
and i want you all the time
i hitched a ride with a lineman
we shared a tale or two
he said he can be with his family
and still feel alone at home
periwinkle sky turns into gray
pretty thoughts hide our stains
when the rain washes away
all that’s left is the pain
by the time i get to burnside
i’ll have lost the concept of time
i’ve moved but haven’t traveled
trapped inside my own mind
i just want to be the one next to you
when the sun rises and shines
i need you more than want you
and i want you all the time
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