Door to Hart | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
So, I bet you all are wondering why I keep mispelling the word heart - I'm not mispelling it. I aced kindergarten, people. Hart is my friend and confidant. He made the screen name for me. Thanks a bunch, Hart. ~The Poets Hart~ I sat thinkin about ways to 'juice up' my website, and thought I'd put lyrics down about the poeple on my site. For Hart's door, it must be Travlin' Soilder (by Bruce Robinson - perfromed by the Dixie Chicks), not only because Hart is in the military, but because every time I hear that song I think about him, and I feel it describes the relationship that we have/had. Travelin' Soldier - performed at the 2001 CMA Awards (Bruce Robison) Two days past eighteen He was waitin' for the bus in his army greens Sat down in a booth at a café there Gave his order to the girl with a bow in her hair He's a little shy so she gave him a smile So he said would you mind sittin' down for a while And talkin' to me I'm feelin' a little low She said I'm off in an hour and I know where we can go So they went down and they sat on the pier He said I bet you got a boyfriend but I don't care I've got no one to send a letter to Would you mind if I sent one back here to you? CHORUS: I cried Never gonna hold the hand of another guy Too young for him they told her Waitin' for the love of the travelin' soldier Our love will never end Waitin' for the soldier to come back again Never more to be alone When the letter says a soldier's coming home So the letters came From an army camp In California then Vietnam And he told his heart It might be love And all of the things he was so scared of Said when it's gettin kinda tough over here I think about that day sittin' down at the pier And close my eyes and see your pretty smile Now don't worry but I won't be able to write for a while CHORUS (Martie's fiddle break - Emily's dobro break) One Friday night at a football game The Lord's Prayer said and the anthem sang A man said folks would you bow your heads For the list of local Vietnam dead Cryin' all alone under the stands Was the piccolo player in the marching band And one name read and no one really cared But a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair CHORUS |
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Hart, First class Airman. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Doors and the window | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Door number 1 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Window of life | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Who are you, The Poets Hart? | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Why don't you visit the Wizard's site? | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Don't be fooled by a faerie's beauty, for it masks her might. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Name: | Hart | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Email: | ChaosInTwilight@aol.com | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||