Western Sky

The sky is colored a beautiful kinda red.

I open the door of my chevy truck,

and see you walking there,

with bare feet in the golden sand,

while you reach out to the western sky.

I stand behind you and wrap my arms aroud your middle,

I feel the warm wind as we admire the sunset.

I take off my shoes and take your hand,

because I decided to dance with you to the country radio playing in the background as we’re looking at the western sky.


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