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  1. The Queen Of My Arms

The Queen of My Arms
Written by Matthew Ryan
(Copyright Plastic Violin/BMI 2014)

I wish you were here
I wish you could see this
I know I was bad
I hurt you real good
Words mean so much
When you're caught in a moment
And as time drifts on
You're left scratching your head

But we were young
And we were dancing 'til dawn
And you were the queen of my arms

We were playing Neil Young
There in the kitchen
You were making that soup
I was dark on the porch
And I can't recall
What had me so distant
We start out open
Until we're armed like forts

But we were young
And we were dancing 'til dawn
And you were the queen of my arms

So I took this job
Late nights at the station
Where people act like
I ain't worth a dime
But I still have this dream
One night you'll return here
I'll move through your headlights
And inside I'll climb
And out past the farms
And the glow of this nowhere
I'll throw an arm out the window
With just one finger held high