Jeffrey Foucault
Crossing Mississippi
Empty barns falling down to the groundGround falling down to the skyIn the country where I left youThe river never sleepsShe just keeps on rolling south in the nightAnd your beauty finds me there as I leave youSeeks me out and calls me by my nameYou are a temple where I takeReligion like waterNever in my life to forsakeNever in my life to forsakeDeep in this love I can't forsakeAnd I woke up in the morningStumbling with my head bowed lowMy hands made into prayers for every mile left to goAnd every next time that I leave youWith only half a soulMaybe if I pray hard enoughI don't have to goAnd your beauty finds me there as I leave youSeeks me out and calls me by my nameYou are a temple where I takeReligion like waterNever in my life to forsakeNever in my life to forsakeDeep in this love I can't forsake
From Letras Mania