Headin' South to Home

I'm not climbin' over fences
To try and get to you
I ain't wading through your horseshit
Like them others seem to do…

I ain't straddlin' your excuses
Til I'm left here all alone
I ain't goin' up your doorstep
I'll be headin' south to home…

I'm done with sharin' pillows
And watchin' stars come out at night,
I'm done with silver half moons-
That make lovin' feel so right…

I'm done with ridin' broncos
No more barebacks, paints or roans-
I ain't travelin' up your doorstep,
I'll be headin' south to home

By Sharon Frye
© 2005