Lover's Blood

Vincent the Vaquero liked to speak in twisted tongues.

He'd ridden through the harshest lands, and drank his nights away,

He was solemn, he was wise, he was always on the run.

Vincent was a man that had nothing to make him stay.

He could shoot a gun as fast as light

but was never a one to pick a fight.

Vincent was a man of words

though seldom was he heard.

Sara Roja's beauty was known throughout the land

she rode to town alone, a rarity for a gem.

She thought upon her loss, thought about her latest man.

She mostly thought about what could have been of them.

Sara's man rode away,

Sara knew she couldn't stay

She's a lover who was now alone

and it chilled her to her bone.

Vince arrived at the bar, to quench his cowboy's thirst

He saw the red-haired Sara and fell for her at sight.

He planned to ride away with her, but settled to talk first.

Vincent rolled a cigarette and asked her for a light.

Sara Roja would oblige

as he looked her in the eyes

they played a game,

they shared their shames.

they danced and and danced

and then romanced

They awoke

and Sara spoke

She had fun

but had to run

She knew she hadta get away

she didn't know what to say.

Vincent the Vaquero was one who roamed around,
He vowed to never leave her, unless she shot him dead.
But when Sara Roja left him he was the lowest kind of down.
A man that longed for no one, felt empty in his bed.

Sara was the one to ride
She had to find somewhere to hide
She knew she couldn't love this man,
It wasn't part of her great plan.

Sara Roja was a wicked wreck for about a month or two.
It was hard to be alone when you're fallin for a guy.
At her point of breaking she knew what she had to do,
so she saddled up and rode for him in the dark, western sky.

Vincent lied, then her cried
and he felt like he could've died
but life moved on at lover's pace
and he was first to win the race.

Vincent stayed in town like he promised that he would.
The lust that had engulfed him, had vanished in the air.
He fought in many battles because he knew that he could.
No bullet could kill this man, so fighting wasn't fair.

She approached him in the bar
He was drunk, and felt the scar.
He told her had moved along
As he heard his mortal song.

Sara Roja shot him down, so he'd finally be free again
Vincent said he loved her when he realized what he'd done
Vincent couldn't feel the burn like he'd seen in other men.

Sara cried "I've killed him" as she dropped the smoking gun.

Bullets cannot kill me
but my mistake I finally see.
He embraced her in a final bliss
Vincent gave her one last kiss.

The hole in his chest swelled as Vince began to bleed.
Sara cried over him as he fell down in the mud.
The whole town whimpered at the viewing of this mortal deed.
The bullet couldn't kill him, but he drowned in lover's blood.

Finally, Vincent died.
Sara Roja forever cried.
All because a lover lied.
it's true that love can never hide.

The bullet didn't kill him, but he drowned in lover's blood.
The only thing that killed Vincent was his lover's blood.

Hey There, Delilah

It's a perfect day and we're sitting on the couch.
Everyone is so happy but I'm feeling like a grouch.
My friend sits in love and says it with guitar.
I have been so close, but I've never felt so far.
He plays "Hey there, Delilah" till his fingers start to bleed,
that's the kind of dedication that I feel I really need.

Three years come to pass, I don't see him anymore.
I see her from time to time, but I never know what for.
I wish she saw him play, all those years ago,
I wish she saw his love, I wish that she could know.
The beauty of the scene I couldn't see until right now.
Things had fell apart and I couldn't tell you how.

None of us were close but it filled me with despair
That they faded oh so far from 'haven't got a care'.
I pray but for a minute that he'll play guitar again.
I hope to see the love that I saw so clear back then.
Love will come and go, but I saw it in it's prime.
The love that was so pure was eroded just by time.