Margo Cilker - Broken Arm in Oregon
Well this season it reminds me
Of being down and out in Carolina
I drove back to California and I took my time
Had a friend who rode beside me
And when we made camp he would sing for me
It seems like such an inconsequential thing
Is it any wonder
It gets hard for me
A lot gets lost on me
I keep lookin
I took a tumble on a mountain
And it rattled up a few things
But I was singin again by the time I made it down
Now I fight the urge to ramble
With every three-egg breakfast scramble
And I marvel at hot water as it leaves the tap
Is it any wonder
It gets hard for me
A lot gets lost on me
I keep lookin'
Heard a woman go on record
Sayin' there's one night that wrecked her
When a young man closed his hand across her mouth
Now every room she sleeps in
She's gotta map out her escape plan
Imagine all those hours devoted to bigger things
Is it any wonder
It gets hard for me
A lot gets lost on me
Written by:
Margo Cilker
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