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i sat there some weeks beforeyou walked up those steps and through the doorand it's a hell of a thingto be consideringif i had my bendin' bowmy string and my arrowthere wouldn't be a thingbetween you and my meaningi'll remember your quiet wayrevisit it one quiet daythe tug and pull of youjust might see me throughlay your hand in mineremember what you promised we would findi'll take you to where the green grasses growto a place where that we could gothat's where we belongwhere the trails meet the linesout among the gusty windsand the ponderosa pinesin the hallowed halls and circling hillsa man will do what he willsscratch those words right off your slateyou've had the time to recuperate Aus Songtexte Mania