Floatin' on Top of the World

Keith Michael Roberts, copyright 1993 - .

I took the slow freight from Dallas
down to San Antone,
through the nights of black satan
the stars, like diamonds they shown
in the South Texas sky.

I closed my eyes,
laid my head back and I saw you
comin' to my bed at night,
naked and true and alive.
That's how you made me feel.
Alive and real,
rollin' in your arms, little girl,
I was floatin' on top of the world.

In the rumblin' of the boxcars,
the smell of diesel filled my brain.
But I was lost in dream,
standing in the rain before you,
looking into your eyes.

And whether or not you' were cryin',
in the rain I couldn't tell.
It was only when we said 'goodbye'
that I knew how deeply I feel,<
how you made me feel.
Alive and real,
rollin' in your arms, little girl,
I was floatin' on top of the world.

Into the world
you wouldn't go, I couldn't stay,
you couldn't wait, I wouldn't say 'goodbye.'
Into the world.
Was it your fault, was it my fault?
Does it matter when you start to cry,
when you say 'goodbye' . . .

and take that slow freight from Dallas
down to San Antone,
through the nights of black satan
the stars, like diamonds they shown
in the South Texas sky.

But in an hour I'll be at the ocean.
I'll be warm and dry in two.
Been 10 years out on the rails now,
just to forget about you,
and how you made me feel.
Alive and real,
rollin' in your arms, little girl,
I was floatin' on top of the world.
Floatin' on top, floatin' on top of the world.
Floatin' on top, floatin' on top of the world.

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