Time is a Fragile Friend

[couchgrouch]

Time is a Fragile FriendAfter placing in some Memphis rodeothere was a jug in my lap driving a moonlit roadmy horse-trailer fish-tailed and the hitch came undonewhen the cops got there, they saw my poor mareand let me borrow a gunnow there's a hill of stones in some honeysucklewhere I left two sugarcubes, tears and a buckleI spent months in a holler way down in Tennesseewhere dawn through dark branches felt like an enemybut time is a fragile friendthat heals a wounded heartits gentle hands will mendif we let hope do its partso if we think we've sinnedand we can't forget ittime is a fragile friendthat helps us if we let itmy brother runs a horseranch near the northern linehe'd say that there's, other wild maresroaming those turquoise pinesbut I'd just ride the bottle in my cold farm househearing haunted moans, of midnight bonesand hoots of lonely barn owlsthey'd say why fight mem'ries when mem'ries will tell youwhat you were born for and what you valuecos time is a fragile friendthat heals a wounded heartits gentle hands will mendif we let hope do its partso if we think we've sinnedand we can't forget ittime is a fragile friendthat helps us if we let itApril sunshine fleeced winter clouds of their wooland soon the reins of faith began to pullbut you can't stand up for yourself while standing stillso I left a bottle with that buckle and bid goodbye to those hillscaught a Greyhound, to the small town near my brother's spreadhis face that night, helped me to fight the ghosts in my bedcome morning I grabbed a lasso and walked off in the pinesthen rode back on the wildest mare I could findcos time is a fragile friendthat heals a wounded heartits gentle hands will mendif we let hope do its partso if we think we've sinnedand we can't forget ittime is a fragile friendthat helps us if we let it(c)2005 Robert George