Sweet Violet
TIMOTHY E EASTON
Always in the eye of the storm
Always a source and often a home
Strong and calm when everything's gone wrong
Sweet Violet
When I was on the darkest road
When I was tired and all alone
And I thought that everything was lost
Sweet Violet
When I look in your eyes
I can't put up a fight
I would drive all night to see you
Sweet Violet
When they took me downtown
And they locked my wheels down
When I'd fallen for the thousandth time
Sweet Violet, sweet Violet
When they call the number
I'll be two steps from your door
Sweet Violet, sweet Violet