1. I went to work for her that summer, a teenage kid so far from home,
she was a lonely widow woman, hell bent to make it on her own.
We were a thousands miles from nowhere,
wheat fields as far as I could see,
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both needing something from eachother,
not knowing yet what that might be.
2. Till she came to me one evening, hot cup of coffee and a smile,
in a dress that I was certain she hadn t worn in quite a while.
There was a difference in her laughter,
there was a softness in her eyes,
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and on the air there was a hunger, even a boy could recognize.
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She had a need to feel the thunder,
to chase the lightning from the sky,
to watch the storm and all it s wonders raging in her lovers eyes.
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She had to ride the heat of passion, like a comet burning bright,
rushing headlong in the wind, out where only dreams have been,
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burning both ends of the night.
3. That summer wind was all around me,
nothing between us but the night,
and when I told her that I d never,
she softly whispered, "That s alright!"
And then I watched her hands of leather turn to velvet in a touch,
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there s never been another summer,
when I have ever learned so much.
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+ REFRAIN (We ..........eachother ..........we)
4. I often think about that summer,
the sweat, the moonlight and the lace,
and I have rarely held another, when I haven t seen her face.
And everytime I pass a wheat field,
and watch it dancing in the wind,
although I know it isn t real,
I just can t help but feel her hungry arms again. + REFRAIN
rushing headlong in the wind, out where only dreams have been,
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burning both ends of the night.
