If we met today the sun would set ablaze my heart of stone
And on the backs of loyal stallions singe alone
You are everything I dream, but not a thing that I need
Won't you please take me home?
And if you wait there for me, you'll find that I may never come
Frosty glass devoted to a smoking gun
In the Ocala sun, the rain can't turn to snow
In the Ocala sun, the rain can't turn to snow
A rose in bloom still bears its thorns
And every choice we make, another loss it is to mourn
You are everything I dream, but not a thing that I need
And if you wait there for me, you'll find that I may never come
Frosty glass devoted to a smoking gun
In the Ocala sun, the rain can't turn to snow
In the Ocala sun, the rain
I can't believe I'm so deceived to think that there's nothing here for me
There's nothing here for me
There's nothing here for me
You are everything I dream
But not a thing that I need
And if you wait there for me, you'll find that I may never come
Frosty glass devoted to a smoking gun
You are everything I dream, but not a thing that I need
Oh, you're everything I dream, but not a thing that I need
You are everything I dream, but not a thing that I need
In the Ocala sun, the rain can't turn to snow
In the Ocala sun, the rain can't turn to snow