I heard stories about you
None of them good
That turned me on
The way you danced backstage
Blew my top
You hide yourself at great expense
They said you had a cabin in the wood
I heard you always dressed in black leather
I long to feel what love can bring
I’m a junkie for that adrenaline shot
Can I take you at your word
Rockets burn, this photograph
My heart runs wild
Love has been forgotten by all but a few
It’s been a hell on earth for me
Waiting to meet someone like you
J West Hardin Road Trip 