Bitter Sweet Ambrosia

She holds him close and knows she'll never Hold him.

Takes his darkness deep inside her heart.

Know she heals him just a little with her tenderness

And aches so very much when they're apart.

As he sweats on her she's happy.....for the moment.

Love is pain. In extasy she smiles.

She can never understand this wild attraction.

Only glad she holds him for a while.

She'll wonder where the hell he is tomorrow.

Tell herself he loved her without sin.

Meanwhile he is lying with another.

Good girs always think they're gonna win,

The bad boy.

Fighting in a bar he takes a bullet

In one side but then goes out the other.

Another scar but he forgets which number,

Jumps on a bike and heads for the hills with his brothers.

Drinking in the mountains he remembers

How she kissed his wounds the last time he was hurt.

Yeah he'll act all tough but really it's bluff.

The wounds really ache and suddenly he misses her.......... So Much.

But good girls always deeply love their bad boys.

Help them to the bed when they can't walk.

And every now and then he'll let his guard down

.............................................and talk.

It terrifies her when he tells the stories.

She listens with a tremble in her heart

And wonders why she loves a man so evil.

When he leaves it simply tears her world apart.

Now he's on the road and taking chances.

Knows this next one just might be his last,,he laughs.

But he lives for the fights, and the mountains at night, and living fast.

He calls her from a pay-phone in....."Wherever".

He can only talk to her a while.

She hears some woman laugh and it just cuts her in half

As tears replace her sleepy mid-night smile.

Good girls always try to save the bad guys

But bad boys don't want saving, they crave sin.

He may be dead tomorrow and it fills her heart with sorrow.

She knew she'd played a game she couldn't win.

Now he wishes he could call and talk it over

But every time it always ends the same.

It hurts them both so much, this bitter sweet ambrosia.

Little angels love to touch the flame.

.from Rodeo

7/28/09

denver