She swears like a sailor, but she swears that she’s mine
Gets me revved like an engine made in ‘69
She’s the wind in my hair she’s the arm on my chair on Sunday
I don’t need no signs to you in my one track mind

The doctors all said it was a heart attack
I said you don’t understand my girl just loves me like that
I start to flat line when our hearts align their beating
I don’t need no signs to you in my one track mind

If I feel lost it means she’s gone away
Like having dancers but no music at the New York ballet
Whatever it costs I’ve got to make her stay
Not a coming and a going like an L.A. valet

Don’t have to go when opportunity knocks
When what it’s selling rubs away like chalk
The woman I fell for is ringing that bell to find her
and I don’t need no signs to you in my one track mind

Holding The Sun

One Track Mind

Denver based Music Producer and solo artist.

One Track Mind

David Bowick