James Taylor - T-bone Lyrics
Me and t-bone on the road to townIts like Im walking with a talking machineJust as soon as he thinks of something elseHe wont wait to interrupt himselfMust be something that he cant quite sayHe just doesnt want to leave it that wayAlthough he may not know it yetUnless I miss my betHes just trying to forgetWhat his heart remembersI see that t-bone got an automobileLow-loping and open to the skyAll night behind the hurricane wheelRiding in the eyeAll day underneath the hoodMondo bondo, plastic woodHe needs a mile of masking tapeHe wants to keep his ship in shapeSomeday to escapeWhat his heart remembers (oh, yes,what his heart remembers)T-bones not alone, not aloneLooks like he gets a second chanceIts mamarama and lumalamaluWant to take him to recovery danceHes looking like he gets his meat suit backI guess he must have missed the crack attackStill hes riding for a fallcause its written upon the wallThat now he must recallWhat his heart remembers (what his heart remembers)
