It Might Be Better Left Unsaid (but that’s not how we do it around here)

Pages of snapshots in my dreams
I reflect on all the wonders I've seen.
Pulling off I-45 into Houston's city lights
I consider all the miles I've been.
And I'm glad to be here tonight.

I will always know
I can always see
You're still here
And you think of me

Sims Bayou fields is where I played
I went to church and studied life's game
I had to go without regret
I lived and loved and lost some bets
But that South Texas wind sings me home again.

It all might be better left unsaid
But that’s not how we do it around here
Those Houston city lights shine bright up ahead
And everything seems so clear.


sjad