Kathleen, Queen of the Desert

(Country music-style waltz, written around 1978)

There’s a big storm formin’ in Cheyenne, Wyoming,
I guess it’s time I hit the road;
I been drivin’ all night and it’s just gettin’ light,
This old diner is feelin’ like home;
But I’ll give you a call, and I hope that I hear your hello
At the end of the line;
And then maybe you’ll say, “Hey, that’s a very long way just to see me,
Do you need a place to stay?”

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And that would be music to my ears
With the years we’ve wasted, the sadness we’ve tasted,
I’d forget it all with your hello;
For that would be music to my ears.

I’m beginnin’ to feel that the only things real
Are music, the road, and your smile;
And as I’m watchin’ the rain, I’m feelin’ the pain
Of not knowin’ if I’ll see that again;
So I’ll try you again
And I hope that I’ll hear your hello
At the end of the line
And that maybe you’ll say, “Hey, that’s a very long way
Just to see me, do you need a place to stay?”

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As Laramie’s thunderin’, I’m set to wondering
If all that we had was a lie;
Or lovers’ confusion, a romantic illusion,
I’m so sorry that I made you cry.

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