Desperado's Angel

I'm a desperado with a busted-up heart. Rolling down a Carolina back street

after dark. Said girl, I'm leaving when the rooster crows. She said,

then let's make it mean something before you go. I tasted goodbye in a bottle

of sin. She tasted forever when I pulled her in. Windows cracked,

radio dead. Just the sound of two hearts learning again. She's my angel

with sand in her hair. I'm the outlaw who wasn't supposed to be there.

We're a week of summer stretched into a lifetime prayer. Left my boots

on the porch of that beach house. Took her heart when the tide