Robert Coleman Trussell: Music

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BACKING VOCALS: RACHEL RIES


Love is like the glove on a boxer's fist
Love is like a name on a killer's list
Love is like a letter crumpled on the floor
Love is like a chair jammed against the door
Love is just a color I call black & blue
Love is just a 10-by-10 jail cell built for two
Love is just a sleepless night staring at the phone
Love is like a graveyard filled with men of stone

Love is what you look for when the dealer takes your chips
Love is like a whistle on a drifter's lips
Love is like a stranger smoking in the rain
Standing on the platform for the midnight train
Love is like a race horse standing at the gate
Love's a fortune teller dealing cards of fate
Love is like the midway where you hear the barker's call
Love's the prize you might win if you make the bottles fall

Love is one last swallow from a drunkard's cup
Love is like a prayer as the sun comes up
Love is what you swear, love is what you try
Love is what you dream as you watch the days go by
Love is Halley's Comet, a lifetime worth the wait
it's magic in your pocket, it's honey on your plate
Love is like a pistol rusting in the weeds
Love's the road you follow no matter where it leads