Dreams of McKenzie
Black hair, hazel eyes and some quarters for the jukebox
I want to hear blues but she keeps playing hard rock
Until I fall asleep
Face to face with my fears
Then the sun comes up
And she just disappears
I’m not scared of the dark
I’m scared of what I see
Dreams of McKenzie
Playing pool for beers in a bar called the Red Door Lounge
She called the pocket so we have another round
When I wake up alone
I won’t know what to feel
I’ll check the pillow
To see if it’s for real
While shadows on the wall
Dance to the sound of the
Dreams of McKenzie
Closing time and we’re walking hand in hand to my car
Off to the country to lie down beneath the stars
There’s light in my window
We’re out of time again
That’s as true today
As it always has been
A new day has begun
Part of her stays with me
Dreams of McKenzie
Dreams of McKenzie
Dreams of McKenzie
Dreams of McKenzie
Dreams of McKenzie
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