Lately I have been listening to Johnny Cash with a greater appreciation than ever before. When doing this song, I felt close to Mr. Cash and his work. I hope some of that feeling made its way into this song. On Monday it will be 13 years since Mr. Cash left this earth. His music lives on.

I owe so much on this song to the wonderful music and support from Hans and the additional care from Sam Prock. Thank you dearly my friends.

Regards,
Chris

Music by Hans (@clouders_for)
Words and vocals by Chris (@wild-christopher-lyrics)
Basslines and additional production by Sam Prock (@samprock)

“Painted White Line”

Empty hallway
Empty heart
Drained of emotion
Too tired to start
Another hopeless journey
Into the dark

Like a freight train
Trying to roll without its tracks
Like an airplane
Trying to fly with wings detached
Like a racecar
Steering without its wheel
My life feels like a tunnel
I need her here

I remember back
To a time of daisies
And dandelions
She was the flower
I was a common weed
I could always hear her breathe
It always seemed
She was breathing life into me

There is a painted white line
On the road for travelers
I need a painted white line
In my life as I’m traveling
But my line is painted
Painted black

I drink my cheap wine
I remember back
To a time of daisies
And dandelions
She was the flower
I was the common weed

I could always hear her
The way she breathed
It always seemed to me like …
She was breathing the life into me
Breathing life into me
Breathing life into me
She was breathing the life into me

But like a freight train
Trying to roll without its tracks
Like an airplane
Trying to fly with wings detached
I’m the racecar
Steering without a wheel
My life’s a tunnel
I need her…

Latest photo: flic.kr/p/5wkU3M
Updated Photo by Chris Pendergraft (soundcloud.com/chris-pendergraft)
First Photo by flic.kr/p/5ztvZv
Lyrics written by Chris Barnett for Questionable Enterprises LLC. © 2016

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