Mary Chapin Carpenter - Willie Short lyrics

The sun beats down on the freeway Breeze barely crawls through the screen And all I can see are the spaces Left here by what might have been You may not see me in Houston If I'm who you come looking for I'm not going to work in the morning I ain't washing dishes no more I never have claimed to be perfect I haven't been so bad And I can't count the days I'll be leaving But I'm glad for the ones I've had No one can take this heart from me No one can scatter my soul But it's hard, mister, dying by inches From something I cannot control So Lord, let me run in your meadows Lord, let me sleep in your arms And protect me from all of these people Who think I am doing them harm The living may claim we are different But dying makes us all the same So while you are here, don't forget me From time to time, mention my name