kimberly
Oh Kimberly,
Im trapped in this magazine
I could have brought you home in a song that I wrote
But Ive been hypnotized
By bright lights and starry eyes
You could have woke me up when the road got dark
Oh Kimberly,
That wind blows bitterly
Though all that gold
In all those grass fields that lead to where you are
And they go miles and miles
Told me to stay awhile
I know you pack up all your bags but
You don’t go very far