Sweet Springs

Think I’ll sit and rest my bones
Low in my evening chair
I’ll follow you right into the colors that float in the air

Though I have a calm obsession with those changing eyes
The more that I see out in front of me
The more that I want to get by

Who needs my love?
Who needs my love
I know who I was thinking of

I need some warm affection and shade of a live oak tree
Now that we’re out of a long western drought
Let us drink from these sweet dripping springs

Who needs my love
Who needs my love
You know
Who I was thinking of

Who needs my love
Who needs my love
You