I remember days when cotton was the finest dress You swore youd ever need Id like to know what changed your mind Now youre flying just outside my reach In a world that I dont understand Where I know youve tasted love that wasnt mine Tonight my heart is back in Dallas Where times were good before you learned to fly Our way of life in Tucson Wasnt close to what you wanted it to be Then the job I found in Denver Wasnt near enough to satisfy your dreams And now up here in Seattle The summer rains make good work hard to find Tonight my heart is back in Dallas Where times were good before you learned to fly Satin pillows on our bed dont mean a thing to me And the touch of satins just as cold as the love youre givin me So when you wake up this morning An empty beds the warmest thing youll find This boy is on his way to Dallas To find someone whos never learned to fly Yes Im on my way to Dallas To find someone whos never learned to flyYou might also like
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