Hunter & Girton - My Dream

Stepped off the bus
Into a cloud of dust
The sunrise dried my face
I'm here and in-between
Trying to lace the strings
To every picker's dream
Feeling as sharp as steel
Caught in a highlight reel
Her name is on my mind
She's still in a ghost town
Working a nine to five
Boasting a married life
My dream is a western wind
In the traces of a storm
On the path of a rolling stone
For every moment I feel high
Another I feel low
But I'll never let it go
When I was a child
I'd reach into the night
To catch a shooting star
I'd end up with the dust
For years it wasn't much
But fortune called my name
The truth that I'm not blind
Is ticket stubs and signs
The color of main street glass
The crossroads will sing along
Or forget me when I'm gone
But I'll still write these songs
My dream is a western wind
In the traces of a storm
On the path of a rolling stone
For every moment I feel high
Another I feel low
But I'll never let it go

Written by:
Jonathan Hunter

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