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Saturday, April 29, 2006

Skeet at LA Fashion Week

I found this picture which I like. Thought I would post for your enjoyment.

This is Spring 2006.


Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Chapter 6: Ray's Decision

Sorry this has been so long since my last ficton. This is the "other" version of what I could have seen happen. How Livy came to Wilson by other ways, not because she was pregnant.
The last chapter (Ch 4: Livy's Plan) I wrote ended with Livy pulling up at the farm in her convertible. And Ray reminded himself to not be a dork.
Here is the next chapter.

January, 1944
It was a cold and blustery winter night. Snow covered the ground for miles and miles across Wilson. Livy gazed out of the Beetbox window and remembered quietly to herself how she came to be a part of such a wonderful community and a wonderful man's life. The sting that death brought was still there, but it was becoming duller and duller. The love that Livy shared with Ray, was more than she could have ever hoped for last year.

Livy turned and smiled at Ray.

"Are you happy, Livy?" Ray asked earnestly. "You seem so distracted. Was it my dancing?"

They both broke into laughter at that comment. They both know that Ray is the expert between the two of them. Ray had taught Livy a lot of things and one was dancing.

"No, it's not you....and you know I love your dancing and I could dance all night with you." Livy said sincerely. "I just think about this town and how you all have accepted me into it and I just can't comprehend it. I feel like this is home. Something I never thought I would find again after.....well....you know....last year."

Ray reached down and took Livy's hand into his and squeezed it. Livy loved it when Ray held her hand. It made her feel safe and secure.
Ray was comforted by Livy's statement. She considered this home. Ray was assured then that his plans was God's will. He knew that they had not courted a long time. Martha had hinted to Ray that the town would love to have a summer wedding to attend. But more importantly, Martha would love to have a sister.

They had been out to the Donavan's farm to celebrate Katie Donavan's 16th birthday. Winter was not the usual time for parties, but the Donavan's so loved their only child and wanted the town to share in such a special time for Katie. The Donavan farm was further out than Hank and Martha's place. They would have to pass Ray's farm on the way to taking Livy home. Ray wanted to stop by the farm and get the animals settled for the night so it wouldn't be so late when he got home from carrying Livy back to Rev. Case's house.

Ray asked Livy if she minded stopping by the farm. Of course, Livy didn't mind. She loved being on the farm. Even in the dead of winter.

Ray turned onto the drive that went up to his house and barn. It was a long road, and he drove slower than usual because of the fresh snow on the ground. Livy commented on several things about the farm as they passed them.

"Sounds like someones been listening to alot of boring talk." embarrassingly Ray admitted.

Livy was quick to respond, "Oh, no, it is the wise words of someone who knows about farming, and wants to share it with someone who cares about his farm."

Livy said things like that always to Ray, so he would know where she stood with him and his farm. There was no doubt in her mind that she wanted to call this home one day.

Ray pulled the Beetbox as close to the barn as he could.

"You gettin' out in this cold?" Ray asked, still basking in Livy's earlier response. "Seeings how you care about the farm."

"Oh you couldn't leave me in this truck if you wanted to." Livy said playfully.

Ray came around and opened the door for Livy to get out. When he took her hand to help her, he never let it go. They walked hand in hand into the barn.

All the animals were there, even Franklin. He rushed up to greet Livy. Livy bent over and gave Franklin a hearty hello and a pat on the head.

"You are such a good boy. Watching over your friends in here." Livy said to Franklin. Franklin's tail wagged and wagged as it always did when Livy was around.

"I'll be right back I just need to check on the cattle and be sure they all have enough hay to keep them warm tonight. You'll be a'right?" Ray asked

"Sure I will. I have Franklin here to keep me company." Livy said jokingly.

Ray prepared the barn for the night and was back in a few minutes to where he left Livy and Franklin. Ray and Livy both bidded Franklin good night.

"I'll see you in the morning Franklin. Get a good night sleep because we got some chores to do tomorrow." And Ray closed the barn door.

"Are you cold Livy? I can make us some tea before I take you home." Ray suggested.

Livy wanted to and so she accepted.

They headed into Ray's house hand in hand.

Livy had only been in Ray's house a few times before. It was not customary for a girl to be in a man's house alone. Ray wanted to keep Livy's reputation reputable as it so deserved.

Livy walked in the front door and smiled at the lovely place. What a nice home Ray had. One she hoped to be apart of.

Ray pointed towards the dining room, "It's warmer in here." Ray pulled out a dining room chair at the table, "here". Livy smiled, "Thank you." The two were a bit uncomfortable , at first, simply because this was not common for either. They knew that it was understood that Livy should not be alone with Ray in his home, but Ray had the sincerest intentions and Livy knew it.

Ray stoked the fire, and fixed a kettle of water to boil. He came and sat in the chair closest to the kitchen, next to Livy. The two looked at one another for a second before Ray spoke.

"I hope you don't feel awkward here. I just thought it might be nice to warm up before we head into town." Ray tried to explain his gentleman gesture.

"Oh, no, Ray, I don't ever feel awkward with you." Livy said so boldly. She had said several things tonight that she hoped that Ray understood and knew how she felt about him, his farm, and Wilson.

They smiled at one another.

Ray cleared this throat, "Good, I am glad you feel so comfortable with me. I feel the same way. I usually don't say much, but with you I obviously ramble about things." Ray was referring to Livy's elloquent reciting of his words about the farm earlier when they arrived at the farm.

Livy smiled, " I love spending time with you and the farm. I enjoy learning about the farm.

Ray reached out across the table and held Livy's hand. Ray and Livy had been courting since mid harvest. Ray felt comfortable holding Livy's hand. However, he also wanted to feel comfortable giving Livy a kiss. But there had never been a right time, until now.

Ray wanted their first kiss to be special. One that Livy would tell their grandchildren about one day. Ray just felt that a kiss was a special thing and not to be rushed into or stolen away quickly. Ray was a romantic as his father was. He had heard story after story about his parent's courtship and marriage. Ray never tired of hearing it. Though his parent's courtship extended over years, Ray didn't want to waste that much time on courship.He knew beyond any doubt that Livy was his answered prayer. He hated the thought of what she'd been through to get to him, but she was there. Brought by God's will.

Ray chuckled nervously to himself at that thought.

"What's so funny, Ray?" Livy asked.

Ray had not realized he had chuckled out loud. He could feel his face flush with reddness.

"Oh, nothing. Just remembering how I use to feel around you. At potluck, the school library, and when you came by that one afternoon to ask me about teaching you some things about the farm." Ray said, trying to divert Livy from his true thought.

At that, Livy blushed. Ray did not know the whole truth of that visit. And Livy would like to keep it that way.


Livy came over that Wednesday to ask Ray to teach her about farming. She was beginning a unit on farming and she knew the students would know so much more than she. So she decided to learn about farming. She asked around town and everyone told her that Ray Singleton would be a great person to teach her about farming. So Livy gave Mr. Singleton a visit.
That was the version that Ray knew.

Actually, Martha had helped Livy come up with the idea. Martha had outright asked Livy if she was interested in her brother. Livy didn't know how to respond. Martha told her if she was, then she probably needed some advice on how to get to know her brother. That's when the plan of learning to farm came to be. It was true that Livy had to teach a unit on farming. Martha knew this was a way for Ray to be able to get to know Livy and have some confidence in what he was doing. Martha had explained that Ray was shy, and had not dated girls in quit some time. Livy made Martha swear that she would not tell a soul about their plan. Not even Mr. Stewart. Martha understood Livy's concern and gave her word. Martha had not broken her word as a Singleton never does.

Livy came out on Saturdays to see how farm life was. One Saturday, Livy stood on the gate to the cattle pen, and Ray could not take his eyes off of her. She was so beautiful, even in plain farm clothers. She had dirt all over and on her face. But Ray had never seen someone as beautiful as she. Ray remembered his father talking about his mother and how beautiful she was when she milked the cow. Ray didn't quit understand what his father felt or spoke of until that moment. He knew he had the same feeling as his father. It was a feeling of not being alone, of having someone to share your life with.

After Livy taught the unit on farming, she continued to go to the Singleton farm every Saturday because Ray invited her.
One Saturday, Ray had decided before Livy got to the farm that he was going to ask her if she wanted to go to La Junta and see a movie and to dine out. Ray was confident that Livy felt the same about him.
"I would love to see a movie and have dinner out."Livy answered sincerely.
When they finished their tea, Livy took the cups to the sink while Ray put another log on the fire.
Ray was still thinking about how he wanted to kiss Livy. He wanted it to be in his house. Not in the Beetbox, not in the barn, not on Rev. Case's front stoop, but in the place he wanted Livy to make her home.
Livy walked back into the dining room and stood at the end of the table and watched Ray place a log on the fire. How handsome he was. What strong hands he had. Livy had noticed that the first time Ray held her hand.
They were walking down Main Street in La Junta one Saturday afternoon, and Livy spotted a dress shop.
"Do you want to go in and see the dresses, Livy?" Ray asked pleasingly.
"I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to do, Ray." Livy pronounced dearingly.
Ray took Livy by the hand. The only thing Livy remembered from the dress shop was that she wanted to hold Ray's hand the rest of her life.
Ray turned around and saw Livy standing there. The ache Ray had in his heart was no longer for what had been, but for what had to be.
Ray and Livy's eyes met and locked. Ray knew what he wanted to do, and Livy hoped Ray would do what she wanted him to do. Ray stepped closer to Livy. She had thought of this moment a million times before. She wanted it more than ever. She wanted to feel Ray's lips on hers. To taste the sweetness that poured out of him each time she was with him.
Ray had not kissed someone in a long time. He was nervous that he had forgotten how or he would not be kissed back. When he was close enough to Livy, Ray reached out with his hands and placed them on Livy's soft, white face. Before their lips met, Ray rested his forehead on Livy's.
He closed his eyes and whispered, "I love you, Livy Dunne."
His whisper was met by Livy's, "I love you, Ray Singleton, always."
He then drew her lips to his. Ray kissed Livy with every ounce of love he had ever known. Ray had never tasted such sweetness before. He knew he could never be alone again.
Livy wiped Ray's tears away, and Ray kissed Livy's away. It was the most intimate time either had ever had with anyone.
Livy did not want that moment to end. Ray took Livy by the hand and led her into the parlor. Livy was unsure of what Ray had in mind next, but she was sure of one thing, she trusted Ray with everything .
Ray sat Livy on the couch. He remained standing.
"Livy, I had no idea about tonight. I didn't know or plan on us kissing. I just know that when I'm with you, I am so happy. I don't feel lonely, afraid, or sad. I feel hope, and comfort, and happiness. You bring all of that to me. "
Tears fall down Ray's checks and he wiped them away and continued.
"I have fallen in love with you. Your smile, your talents, your kind words, your willingness to learn new things. But most of all I have fallen in love with you. You, Livy Dunne, complete me and this life I have. I don't have the finer things to offer, but I do have a promise for you."
Ray reached into his pocket and took out a diamond ring. He got down on one knee and promised to Livy...
"I will love you more each day. I will provide for you all that you need. I will give you everything your heart desires. I will love you until the day I die."
Ray looked so deep into Livy's eyes...Livy could no longer hold back her tears. She cried....
"Will you be my wife, Livy, the mother of my children, the keeper of my deepest desires and wants? Will you love me, Livy, forever?"
With tears trailing down Livy's cheeks, she replied most confidently, "For eternity, Ray, I will love you. I want to be the one you seek in a crowd, the one you come home to at night. The one that will love you forever. I want to be your wife..... I want to be Livy Singleton."
Livy Singleton sounded like music to Ray. A song that Ray would hum for many many years to come.
They kissed again and it was better than the first. And they kissed many times that night, before and after he placed the ring on Livy's finger.
After what seemed like only minutes, Livy knew that the time had come that she had to go back to the Case's home. Livy was beaming from excitement. Ray
was overcome by contentment.
It was a cold and blustery night. Wilson was covered for miles and miles with snow. But Ray and Livy had never felt warmer.


Saturday, April 22, 2006

The Arrangement

Cheers to all! We are treated with a new story from Mandeh, something we are all needing at the moment--thank you!
The Arrangement, part 1
Livy’s Story

It was late May 1944. Livy awoke at 9:15. She’d overslept. Her father would have left the house already. Rev Dunne had busy long days attending to church meetings, and breakfast and supper time were usually the only times they could discuss their plans for the day. Livy didn’t feel well. It was an unusual feeling, so she just lay in bed thinking about what might be happening to her that was making her feel unwell.

As she lay there, her thoughts drifted back to the fall of 1943. Her mother had become ill, and was diagnosed with cancer. It was early October, and Livy had just started a semester at the University of Denver. She was taking a full load of graduate classes in archeology. She loved the program and was already deeply into the classes, reading her books, going to the library, doing the research for her thesis and loving every minute of it.

When she arrived home one cool afternoon in early October, her parents were sitting in her father’s home office. As she took off her coat and hung it up in the hall closet she could hear her mother sniffing, and her father talking to her. As she was about to pass the door, her mother called to her. Livy went into the office. There was great concern on their faces. Alarmed Livy asked, ‘What’s wrong?’

Her father said, ‘Your mother has been diagnosed with cancer.’

Before he could say more, Livy gasped and ran to her mother. She sat down beside her and put her arm around her at which her mother said, ‘Livy, it’s all right. I’ve had a wonderful life, and maybe its God’s will that I’m,’ and here her voice trailed off.

Again Livy’s father was speaking, ‘Livy, since Abby is married, your mother and I have been talking about you quitting your studies and staying home to look after her.’

Livy reeled at the thought of quitting university. She loved her mother very much, but giving up her education would the last thing on her mother’s mind. Without any words being said, she knew her father put more value in a woman marrying well than going to university. Her mother protested and said, ‘Really, the housekeeper is here every day, surely she can attend to my needs.’

Rev Dunne said sternly, ‘Nonsense! She has enough to do! Livy, you will quit your studies immediately, and stay home to look after your mother.’ Livy knew well enough not to cross her father, he could be very firm with his women folk. At her mother’s insistence, and over Rev Dunne’s protestations, Livy dropped her morning classes, and kept up with her two afternoon classes for the fall term. This arrangement worked out well for both mother and daughter because Mrs Dunne usually slept in the afternoon.

By December they knew that Mrs Dunne was too ill to be left alone, so Livy would not be able to continue her course work in January. Livy looked after her mother around the clock after that. Toward the end of her life, her mother was only awake a few minutes a day, and Livy missed her so much. She died in early February. Livy was beside herself with grief. Even though she knew her mother was dying, it still came almost as a shock to her.

Livy’s support system was gone. She had spent many happy hours beside her mother in the garden listening to her stories, and learning about looking after the vegetable garden and her beloved flowers. Her mother had encouraged her to go to university, and then graduate school. She wanted her daughters to have the opportunity of post secondary education, something she wished she had been able to do.

By early March Livy’s friend Dot started to encourage her to go out, but Livy protested. Since she had not been able to enroll at the university in early January, time hung heavy on her hands during February and March. She usually just moped around the house, missing her mother.

Finally in late March, at Dot’s urging, Livy accepted an invitation to volunteer at a dance for the enlisted men. That’s where she met and fell for Edward. He was on furlough, and was an air force training officer at Corpus Christi. She was startled that he would even notice her because she thought her friend Dot was more outgoing, and much prettier. But he singled her out, and they danced, and then spent the next couple of days together, culminating in their sleeping together the night before he went back to the base. Livy had had a few boyfriends, but no one affected her like Edward. He literally swept her off her feet and encouraged her to do things she’d never done with a man before. She thought he loved her. Why else would he make love to her? She said she’d write to him. He said he didn’t know where he would be, and was not much of a letter writer anyway.

Livy’s period was late. It was almost the end of April, but she was not worried. She knew from past experience that there were several factors that could delay her cycle, and stress was one of them. This often happened around exam time, and from the stress of taking care of her mother, and then her mother’s recent death.

Her cycle still had not happened by early May, and now Livy was getting worried. By late May she was beginning to suspect that she might be pregnant. There were a few noticeable body changes, and still no period. Since she was always quite slim, she noticed a slight thickening around her waist and abdomen, food cravings, tiredness, and mood swings.

Many nights Livy cried herself to sleep, and often woke up in the middle of the night from terrible nightmares, and crying out for her momma. Her mother, the person who had been her rock, her best supporter was not here to advise her, to help her, to comfort her. She wished that her mother was here. She would know what to do.


Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Ray and Livy Video

Hello TMoODers --

Our first Ray and Livy Video.

I've been working on this for quite sometime. I am finally got it done and sharing it with you all. Enjoy!

To the tune of Lobo's - "I'd Want You to Love Me"


Sunday, April 09, 2006

Prairie Fire

Background for story: In Texas, we suffered from wildfire brought on by drought. Recently, wildfires in Texas have burned more than a million acres since Dec. 1, 2005, including about 40,000 acres in the Panhandle. About 431 homes have been lost in fires since Dec. 27.
Several weeks ago, I watch on TV as a volunteer fire department took a brave stand between a huge wildfire and a farm house. A news crew was there to capture this and I was taken at the bravery of these people. The person named Sam Hampton in this story was taken from an actual occurrence as was the cattle in this story. Around me, most of the small towns only have volunteer fire departments (some of my friends are on them) and I know that is what Wilson would have had in the 40's. If this had happened in Wilson in the 40's, Ray and Hank would have been there. This is a tribute to those brave people I saw as well as an opportunity to do something I had wanted to do for a while.
We TMoOD's have discussed relationships in this film. I wanted to explore more closely the relationship between Martha and Livy and, in turn, Ray and Hank. I think this will be in three parts. I'd love to hear your thoughts on their relationships as I try to write parts two and three. I also borrowed from some of the relationships already written about.
By the way, in summer of 1946, there was drought and wildfire in Idaho and several other surrounding states. That is why I chose this time period.
Setting: September 1946. Colorado, as well as other western states have experienced a very dry summer and now high winds and lightening are setting fires.
Part One

Livy tried to appear calm like all the other farm wives. She had lived in Wilson long enough to now know these women all shared her anxiety for the safety of their men- you just never show it. Martha was probably the best example of this quiet strength that she knew. She looked over at Martha, who was organizing the new food brought in from the church’s kitchen. Martha felt Livy’s eyes on her and she looked up and gave Livy a reassuring, “don’t worry, they’re fine” look that Livy realizes she’s come to count on.
She and Martha had become close over the last two years. Martha meant it when she said that she always wanted a sister and she took Livy under her wing in that quiet, unobtrusive way of hers. Livy tried to smile back her own version of “I’m not worried”. For a moment their eyes told each what both was thinking. This exchange was more real than their words and both women gained strength from knowing they were not alone.

At that moment, a group of tired men came in for food. Livy and Martha search their faces for Ray and Hank, but their husbands weren’t among them. They both looked back at each other as if to say, “don’t worry, they’ll be in the next group” but behind it was the fear both let go unnamed, but not unprayed, “Dear God, please let them come back safely.”

The crew chief called for a rest period and Ray and Hank sat down for the first time in almost six hours. They were fighting a grass fire that started in a large space of prairie that backed up to the Hampton farm. They had managed to bring this fire under containment but not before the fire took the northern portion of the Hampton place where Sam Hampton grazed his cattle this time of year. The smell of their flesh was thick in the air. There was occasional gun fire as animals still found alive were put out of their misery.

Ray was exhausted, but he was worried about Hank. Hank labored breath reminded Ray that Hank wasn't as young as he used to be. Ray pulled out a sandwich that Livy had insisted he take with him from the inside pocket of this overshirt. He opened the paper it was wrapped in and offered half of it Hank.
“Hank, how bout a bite. Livy made this.” Hank grinned. Ray smiled back. When Livy first came to Wilson she couldn’t cook. In fact, her shortcomings in this area had become legendary and although she was now a decent cook, it would probably be a joked that followed Livy’s culinary work forever. Livy didn’t mind. It had become a quiet family joke. The kind that people who love you use. For Livy, it was a history, her history with this family that she had come to love so much. She knew the kidding was from love so she played along, but Ray often felt the need to defend her.

“It’s a roast beef sandwich Hank, nobody could mess that up. Besides, she’s a good cook now.”

Hank looked at Ray with a twinkle in his eye and said, “You, bet.” Ray shot him a look, but couldn’t sustain the seriousness and both laughed. They ate in silence for a moment as both were reminded of the grimness of the situation.

Hank looked down at the field that lay before them.“Sam’s lost his entire heard, I imagine.”

Both looked at each other then away. Sam had died yesterday trying to till up a dirt fire stop between the range grass and the field where he grazed his cattle. His body was discovered next to his fire gutted tractor. Sometimes, it's hard to estimate the actual speed of the fire. Both Ray and Hank knew Sam was a practical man. He wouldn't have attempted this unless he thought he had the time. It made them both feel their mortality as men who made their living from the land.
Sam had always been happy to “borrow” part of this prairie area to graze this cattle and that’s why he and his cattle were so far out. Both Hank and Ray knew this as the price you paid to live this life. Nature could give you a bountiful harvest or could set your world on fire.

The Stewarts and the Singletons had been on this land for a long time. They had seen good years, even great years, and they had seen heartbreak. Sometimes, it was more than a family could fight back from and they would leave. Both wondered about Sam’s wife and children. Both thought about their own families. Everyone in Wilson would do what they could to help, but everyone had their own farms to run.

For a fleeting moment, Ray wondered what Livy would do without him. Would she stay and try to run the farm or would she take Danny back to Denver? That thought hurt him. He imagined Livy trying to raise Danny in that environment. Her family, although somewhat soften since the time he and Livy married, still treated her as the family shame.
And what would that do to Danny? At over a year and a half old now, he had become quite the handful. Ray smiled as he thought of how smart and fast Danny was. And stubborn, just like his mother. How would Livy’s father treat Danny? Ray doubted that Livy’s father would nurture Danny’s sense of himself. Instead, he would more likely try to instill that shame that the Reverend Dunne seemed so intent that Livy should wear. That thought made Ray shiver even in the heat of this September afternoon.

Ray smiled at the thought about how Livy often remarked on Danny’s stubbornness as she tired to disciple him. Ray knew that Danny's "willfullness" came directly from Livy so he loved it in Danny. He was always amused that Livy didn’t seem to see this same trait in herself.

Ray would gently wonder aloud, “Where could Danny have gotten that?” Livy would blush and playfully nudge him and say something like, “Don’t blame this on me, you spoil him.” But then she’d look at Ray with so much love, it hurt.
No doubt, Danny was head strong, but that just meant he had a good sense of himself. Ray had a way of handling that; he could steer Danny into minding without having to discipline him too much. He had learned how to manage a head strong child early on when he was left to raise his own brother Danny. In fact, Ray had often thought, how much his son Danny was like his brother.

Ray felt panic at the thought of Livy and Danny alone. He prayed to himself, “Please God, don’t take me away from them. They need me.” Then a calmness settled on Ray. They wouldn’t be alone. There was Hank and Martha and the kids. And there was Livy herself. That stubbornness was really her inner strength. Livy would survive and she would make sure Danny’s life was good, too. She wouldn’t let anyone take away Danny’s self confidence. He could count on that.

Still, he thought, I should prepare so that she has options. He realized he didn’t even have a life insurance policy or a will. He’d never needed one. Until now, the land-long paid for-would have gone to Martha and Hank and they knew where Ray wanted to be buried—next to his brother Danny and their parents. He realized at that moment, he had so much more he needed to take care of.

Ray looked up from his thoughts and realized that Hank was studying his face. “She and Danny would always have a place with us just as I know you’d take care of Martha and the kids.”

Ray nodded to the man who had taught him so much and had become his best friend. “I know, I know that Hank and you know I would be there for Martha and the kids, no question.” Hank winked because neither wanted to maintain the seriousness. Hank sniffed the smoke filled air, “Well now, that almost smells like dinner at your house.”


Monday, April 03, 2006

Do you see Ray when you hear this song...I Do

I tried to learn how to post the song, and in my head; I saw the pictures I wanted to post with this, but I'm just not sophisticated enough with the equipment yet. But then I thought, hey they see the pictures just like I do and they'll get it just like they get the movie. So I decided to go ahead and post the words. You've probably already heard the song. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the words.
Skeetrfan, thanks for all the advice on this. It just wasn't meant to be.(By the way, I'm not sure about the spacing on this, so again, please forgive me, I'm still learning).
For me, this is what Ray did for Livy: He earned her trust making memories of them. By the way, the line,"I'm gonna steal you're attention like a bad outlaw," I dedicate to all of us from Skeet cause he certainly did!
Making Memories of Us
Keith Urban
I'm gonna be here for you baby
I'll be a man of my word
Speak the language
in a voice you have never heard
I want to sleep with you forever
And I want to die in your arms
In a cabin by a meadow
where the wild bees swarm
I'm gonna love you
like nobody loves you
and I'll earn your trust
making memories of us
I want to honor you mother
and I want to learn from you pa
and I want to steal your attention
like a bad outlaw
I want to stand out in a crowd for you
A man among men
I want to make your world better than it's ever been
I'm gonna love you
like nobody loves you
and I'll earn your trust making
memories of us
We'll follow the rainbow
where ever the four winds blow
There'll be a new day
Come your way
I'm gonna be here from now on
This you know somehow
You've been stretched to the limit
but it's alright now
And I'm gonna make you a promise
If there's life after this
I'm gonna be there to meet you
with a warm wet kiss
I'm gonna love you
Like nobody loves you
and I'll earn you trust
making memories of us