Voices on the Wind Evening Voices
RIDING RAIL WITH JIM by Dick Bakken I glanced her, Jim, in bliss with that man Yes hand in hand with my sparkly twins Aww hell, they were hootin' and prancin' Jim, all in spin with a wild grin, as I did Ohh! if I could whirl around over again You know it wouldn't fall out like today But, Jim, you can never catch love back once you stumble!—and flail love away Hell here is what comes when you love damned butchery as love does its work I know love always turns a grin. I know But, Jim, Jim, it just don't ease the hurt