Ranch House On a Hill

First time I saw you
Couldn’t catch my breath
You were changing the tunes
Sitting at that desk
I cried buckets and barrels
When I got home
Thinking the next and only time I’d hear you
Would be on the radio
But in a few short years
You’d appear again
Just a few short times
For the fates and the hands
You were a free man in paris
Calling at a ranch house on a hill
You are a free man still
Some memories fade to nothing
But this memory stays with me
Well I’m a free man too now too
But I won’t force through what the world don’t want us to do
No I won’t force through what the world don’t want us to do
Ranch House, Ranch House On A Hill
Well we had a little time
Somethin' to ourselves
But every time
I was in another world
All the buckets and barrels
That crash through our lives
We soon become immune to
And we’re numb inside
For a few short years
I was living in your land
A few short times
Our fates changed hands
You were a free man in paris
Calling at a ranch house on a hill
You are a free man still
Some memories fade to nothing
But this memory stays with me
Well I’m a free man too now too
But I won’t force through what the world don’t want us to do
No I won’t force through what the world don’t want us to do
Ranch House, Ranch House On A Hill