John Martin Doyle - August

August came
Surely you knew it was there
The sand and the rain
And the wind in your hair

The women can fool you
They know every turn
But they cannot save you
Before you get burned
Before you get burned

And deep in the desert
Of social disgrace
You love the mirages
'Til fear fills their place

And by the cool waters
Your thirst is not stilled
You're sons of the desert
Where all love is killed
Where all love is killed

And if you run then run alone
Or you will never find
Your own home
For if you run with me
You will never be
Free

And there was a woman
Whose line didn't lie
There were signs of her beauty
She just couldn't hide

'Though I only saw her
A couple of times
She let me see
There was love left inside
There was love left inside

And if you run then run alone
Or you will never find
Your own home
For if you run with me
You will never be
Free

Written by:
John Doyle

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