He moved like a magnet
Wearing holes in the carpet
Counted steps to the back porch
Same song from the screen door
He was a score on a mountain
Waiting for a sign of rain
Cart horse with his head down
Devoted to a way of being
But he broke wide open
Like a bird in spring
With a divine potion
Made of love and pain
He was really livin'
Yea man, all the way
With a deep emotion
Made of love and pain
She lived in the panic
Made a home with the sirens
Couldn't make it off the front porch
Red flag behind each door
She held a scar like an aspen
Emboldened by her age
High horse with her head back
Devoted to what should have been
But she broke wide open
Like a bird in spring
With a divine potion
Made of love and pain
She was really livin'
Yea man all the way
With a deep emotion
Made of love and pain
