Back In The Saddle

Writin’ book two by the light of the moon

Always graspin’ for minutes

While in the car or rinsin’ dishes

The characters don’t care if the keyboard ain’t near

They burn with emotion

They fight and love without stoppin’

In my head, in my bed

So I carry a voice recorder, like a pistol in a holster

Barkeep gimme a drink

I’m back in the saddle again

I write until the risin’ sun

I’m callin’ all the shots tonight

I’m like a loaded gun

Fillin’ in my outline

I’m saddle sore

I scream for more

But the kids’r wantin’ di...