Lyrics

POCKET OF TIME – CARY MORIN (BMI)

YOU’RE MY POCKET OF TIME
MY SWEET PRETENDER
WHEN I LEAVE IT ALL BEHIND
WITH MY NEVER ENDER
ON THIS RESERVATION ROAD

WHEN THE EVENING STARTS TO FADE
WITH MY LOVE LETTER SENDER
I THINK OF WHAT I MIGHT FIND
WHEN THE LONGEST DAY ENDS
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MILES AND MILES OF COAL TRAIN
CRAWLS ALONG BESIDE THE CANYON
WE PICK UP WHAT SPILLS OFF
ON THE CORNER
BY THE LITTLE STORE

THE THINGS I GOTTA DO
WITH NOTHING BUT TIME
I’M CHECKIN’ THE MAIL
FOR THE CHECK IN THE MAIL
BABY GONNA SHARE IT WITH YOU

OLD FOLKS WITH THE HANDLES
THEY WANNA HEAD FOR THE HILLS
EITHER WAY IT’S A GAMBLE
I’M GONNA GET MY FILL
ON THIS RESERVATION ROAD