SENSES (Mark Ballman, Will Sexton) I left Texas before daylight My car had been packed for two straight nights Got a postcard from California She wrote of the mountains and the oceans splendor My car piled high as my expectations Headlights are stretching for the destination With my route plotted out and finalized complete Wearing my best suit all pressed and neat The wind hissing through my window Keeps me wide awake Though I think I could be dreaming Who knows what awaits in San Jos Who knows what turn this highway could take Chorus Just take my eyes if I won't see her Take my touch if I won't hold her Take my hearing if I hear a new loves laughter And my thoughts if my jealousy is captured Just take all my senses So I wouldn't know what I'd be missing So I hurry scurry down highway nine With the flurry of worry inside my mind The closer I get, the more I realize That there's no reprieve from these anxious miles With my mind somewhat affected by my objective Yeah, she's on my mind It takes a clever detective To see I've got my own investigation Of the boundaries of patience & frustration She's just across another state Or is she really a thousand miles away Chorus Would it be a surprise of a different meaning Another sense of the word that I planned on it being Did she write out of kindness and not out of loneliness Has our love vanished into a nothingness Should any man face such uncertainties Should any woman have such control of these things I tore my world into a thousand pieces And now she wants what's left of me I ask these questions, the answers come I'm running to what I was running from Running from Chorus Repeat Chorus * Thanks to A-Town TX for lyric corrections! Terminal 54 www.geocities.com/terminal_54
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