Closeness

Gus Brett

Roll'in round this old desert town in the scorching heat
My expectations have been ravaged like these sunburnt Streets
My six string riding shot-gun on this lonesome road
It's daze like this I must confess I think I'll never find home

Now I'm chill'in at the hotel congress and I'm purring like a cat
When I look at her I think that I have never seen a woman smoke a cigarette
like that
Maybe it's these cold, cold beers, or this hard wood floor
But her poetry in motion it made my engine roar

What it this hunger what is this need I don't know
How much longer must my body bleed I don't know

I want to wrap myself around her like that twirling white smoke
I want to feel her breathe upon my aching chest and make her laugh at my
stupid jokes
But so it seems what I want ain't what I need so I'm back on the Highway
Chasing down these illusive dreams
I need your closeness pull me close
I need your closeness please pull me close

Closer