Some love can be so deep it never sees the light of day, even though it’s aching to. It’s the kind of love you see the taillights of for the rest of your life. I hope these images evoke compassion for you, and for whoever’s headlights were tear-blurry driving back to Santa Fe. This one’s for every hopeful soul who’s ever entered their heart in one those “damned rodeos,” been thrown in the dirt, and wondered if they’d ever chance another ride… Basically, all of us. ~SE

SANTA FE
Skip Ewing – ©2019 Write! On Music (BMI)

VERSE 1
Six seconds in I was off in the dirt. Only busted my weekend
I would have headed back home if I hadn’t met her
If I hadn’t been a fool I’d have stayed in Santa Fe

VERSE 2
I left her wearing my shirt, boots in hand, out the door, she was sleeping
Soon as my tires hit the black I was on my way back to her bed in my head
Should have stayed in Santa Fe.

BRIDGE 1
But I had the habit of leaving so long I didn’t know how to turn back
My days and nights became as black and as long as
The mane of the horse I was on when

VERSE 3
Eight seconds in, in Salinas, I picked up a win for the good guys
I heard my name from the fence. First, it didn’t make sense
Then I saw her in the shirt that she’d saved since Santa Fe

BRIDGE 2
She said I came to ask you if it’s making you happy
To nearly break your neck in one of your damned rodeos
Meet a girl, leave your shirt, and head down the road

VERSE 4
‘Cause I got a feeling
You’re feeling more than you’re willing to say.
Are you running towards or running away from Santa Fe

BRIDGE 3
I said I’m lucky just to make it eight seconds.
She said You’re smart enough to choose what kind of horses you ride
Well, one of us can say that she tried.

TAG
And I got a feeling
I’m feeling more than I’m willing to say
Watching her drive away.

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