A Tender Look At Love

Love has wings and flies through windows
Opening unopened doors
Sending light to darkened corners
Lit by loneliness before

But love is just a word for feeling
There is really no word for love
And because our love was special
We called our love tolivar

Tolivar, tolivar, we would shout to every wind
Really knowing, it was going, places we'd not seen or been

Love is just a word for feeling
There is really no word for love
And because our love was special
We called our love tolivar

Tolivar, tolivar, we would shout to every wind
Really knowing, it was going, places we'd not seen or been

Love is just a word for feeling

Let me be a little kinder
Let me be a little blinder
To the faults of those about me
Let me praise a little more

Let me be when i am weary
Just a little bit more cheery
Think a little more of others
And a little less of me

Let me be a little braver
When temptation bids me waiver
Let me try a little harder
To be all that i should be

Let me be a little meeker
With the brother that is weaker
Let me think more of my neighbor
And a little less of me

Let me be when i am weary
Just a little bit more cheery
Let me serve a little better
Those that i am striving for

Let me be a little meeker
With the brother that is weaker
Think a litle more of others
And a little less of me

Dear heart wish you were here
To warm this night
Dear heart seems like a year
Since you've been out of my sight

A single room
A table for one
It's a lonesome town alright

But soon i'll kiss you hello
At our front door
And dear heart i want you to know
I'll leave your arms never more

It's knowing that your door is always open and your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag rolled up and stashed behind your couch
And it's knowing i'm not shacked by forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you in the back roads by the rivers of my memory
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind

It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy planted on their columns now that binds me
Or somethin' that somebody said because they thought we fit together walking
It's just knowin' that the world will not be cursing or forgiving
When i walk along some railroad track and find
That you're movin' on the back roads by the rivers of my memory
And for hours you're just gentle on my mind

Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines
And the junkyards and the highways come between us
And some other woman cryin' to her mother cause she turned and i was gone
I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face
And a summer sun might burn me till i'm blind
But not to where i cannot see you walking on the back roads
By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind

I dip my cup of soup back from a gurglin' cracklin' cauldron in some train yard
My beard a roughen coal pile and a dirty hat pulled low across my face
Through cupped hands round a tin can i pretend i hold you to my breast and find
That you're waving from the back roads by the rivers of my memory
Ever smiling ever gentle on my mind

And i wake up in the morning with my hair down in my eyes and she says hi
And i stumble to the breakfast table while the kids are going off to school, goodbye.
And she reaches out and takes my hand and squeezes it and says how you feeling hon?
And i look across at smiling lips that warm my heart, and see my morning sun.

And if that's not loving me, then all i've got to say,
God didn't make the little green apples, and it don't rain in indianapolis in the summer time.
And there's no such thing as dr. seuss or disney land and mother goose, no nursery rhymes.
God didn't make the little green apples, and it don't rain in indianapolis in the summer time.
And when myself is feeling low, i think about her face and go and ease my mind.

Sometimes i call her up, at home, knowing she's busy.
And ask her if she can get away, meet me and maybe we can grab a bite to eat.
And she drops what she's doing and she hurries down to meet me, and i'm always late.
But she sits waiting patiently, and smiles when she first sees me, because she's made that way.

And if that ain't loving me, then all i've got to say,
God didn't make the little green apples, and it don't snow in minneapolis when the winter comes.
And there's no such thing as make-believe, puppy dogs or autumn leaves, no bb guns.
God didn't make the little green apples, and it don't snow in minneapolis when the winter comes.

By the time i get to phoenix, she'll be risin'
She'll find the note i left hangin' on her door
And she'll laugh when she reads the part that says i'm leavin'
'cause i left that girl so many times before

By the time i make albuquerque she'll be workin'
She'll probably stop at lunch and give me a call
But she'll just hear that phone keep on ringin'
Off the wall, that's all

By the time i make oklahoma, she'll be sleepin'
She'll turn softly and call my name out low
And she'll cry just to think i'd really leave her
Though time and time i've tried to tell her so
Oh, she didn't know
I would really go
I would really go...