Georgia (Revisited) Songtext
von Ron Pope

Highway travelling
Got pointed west
The sky above us is a pale blue and godless

Morning in Dallas, Texas on a road that is blank and wide
Well sometimes I just get so far away from Georgia
That I do not know the man behind my eyes


And all I want is a taste of her affection
And all I want is a minute of her time
And I want her to feel the same when I′m calling out her name
Like nothings ever changed when I come home

Empty picture frames
And confusing stares
The space between her and me has been an ocean
Guess a continent can stop us just as well

And all I want is a taste of her affection
And all I want is a minute of her time
And I want her to feel the same when I'm calling out her name
Like nothings ever changed when I come home.