Keith & Quentin

Quentin taught me how to fish

And how to hold the gun

Said that what you're hunting down

Is everything you love

Folks run fast, so does life

And thats the way it seems

Candles burn down to the table

Keith never talked to much

But smiled, blue eyes gold

There must be a story

Behind every fool you know

Words get lost in the haze

What most people think

Darling, work for no mans dreams

Now, all the old widows

Carry love poems by their side

Oooooh, most of that's from knowing

Keith and Quentin

When Quentin found the snowed-in motel blues inside his cup

He took a gun downstairs

Never did come back

It was only springtime

One year and another 'til Fall

Sometimes in the night I cry