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Joanna 
  She turned her back on me 
Joanna 
  She sailed across the sea

She met a man 
  He got her drunk on wine 
No common tongue 
  The passion died in time

With no respect 
  He took her as a prize 
Their marriage vows 
  Were just a pack of lies

Set out to be 
  Herself and self-defined 
Discovered there 
  His grip exceded mine

Joanna

Why can't I find a woman?
  Why can't I find a girl?
Not in that glass of bourbon
  But out there in the world
Why can't I find a woman?
  Why can't I find a girl?

I might have found a woman
  I may have found that girl
She's got a slight addiction
  She likes to dance and twirl
I might have found a woman
  I may have found that girl

That girl was quite the handful
  And so we fell apart
Her way would be the only
  She made the fight an art
That girl was quite the handful
  And so we fell apart

Why Can't I Find That Girl

Lay your head
  Down to rest

Let the night
  Wash over you

May your bed
  Be the best

Let the night
  Wash over you

Day is dead
  Do not protest

Let the night
  Wash over you

Let The Night Wash Over You

Alone you sit
Watching the ones you love

Powerless
To change their fate below

Through distorted glass
You watch their lives as they go

Blood like fire
Courses through their veins
Deadly desire
Kills the Dragon's Bane

A Song for Hurin

Slow walk down a lonely road
Canine companion at my side
Left a girl with a heart of gold
For my contemptible pride

Time to think on what I've done
To contemplate my fate
Being wrong is not much fun
Setting records straight

I'll travel on and I'll move ahead
A new chapter in life
Ne'er forget the one I almost wed
Barely escaped that strife

Slow Walk

With hair like flames, the dragon queen
Struck out for the West
The widowed mother by herself
Deciding what is best

She fled from war of South and North
A war of Blue and Grey
Found another conflict there
The Texan-Comanche

Two invading forces meet
Innocents would pay
Homesteaders and Cherokee
Would find it hard to stay

The neighbors with the feather bed
Attacked out of the blue
"Blood and feathers everywhere"
That's what war will do

The dragon mother settled in
The Devil could not scare
The matriarch with child in hand
The woman with red hair

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