Rest on Her Shoulder

She holds me in the cold breeze
But only when she’s lonely
Then she’ll act like she don’t know me
When the rain’s pouring on me
Still I trace her lines till I find rest on her shoulder
Well she ain’t much of a lover
Though I’ve passed on many others
Just to chase her through the night
To find no comfort in her covers
Still I trace her lines till I find rest on her shoulders
I still don’t know where she goes
Though I try my best to follow
Where the horizon meets the sky
Thats where she goes to cry
But she don’t let me console her
So I’ll just trace her lines till I find rest on her shoulder
Well its her silence that speaks to me
And I swear she runs right through me
Her black lace trimmed in gold
And for me it is my duty
To trace her lines till I find rest on her shoulder