The Houston sky was changeless
We galloped through bluebonnets
I was wrestling with an angel
You were working on a sonnet
You said, 'I believe the seraphim
Will gather up my pinto
And carry us away, Jim
Across the San Jacinto
My ride's here...'
Warren Zevon
We galloped through bluebonnets
I was wrestling with an angel
You were working on a sonnet
You said, 'I believe the seraphim
Will gather up my pinto
And carry us away, Jim
Across the San Jacinto
My ride's here...'
Warren Zevon