Lyrics by Audrey Loveland

Restless Woman

Genres: Country, Rock, Folk, Blues

Verse 1
Restless woman roam the plain.
Travelled through the Port of Spain.
Saw the Mangroves, stopped to gaze,
-mid the heat and sticky haze.
 
A homeland far beneath her skin.
Dirt and grit within her grin.
Callaced hands and weary eyes.
Restless woman hide your lies. 
 
Chorus:
Sailed the blue tides near and far,
-with a jug of whiskey and black cigar.
Hazy stars above her run.
Like ink on paper beneath the sun.
 
Verse 2
Taverns lit and voices blur.
He pours another glass for her. 
His smile's severed right in two.
Weathered eyes of deep sea blue.
 
Pain and heart ache, chivalry's dead.
Might as well just live on instead,
-amidst the ocean's salty spray.
Restless woman sails away.
 
Chorus
Sailed the blue tides near and far,
-with a jug of whiskey and black cigar.
Hazy stars above her run.
Like ink on paper beneath the sun.
 
Verse 3
Restless woman kept her heart.
Locked away in worlds apart.
Where time could not depart its' curse.
Sail on lady write your verse.
 
Amid a cloudy afternoon.
You might just catch a happy tune.
It's not the wind or howling sea.
It's restless woman, she is me.
 
Chorus:
Sailed the blue tides near and far,
-with a jug of whiskey and black cigar.
Hazy stars above her run.
Like ink on paper beneath the sun.

You Can Call Me Darling

Genres: Country, Rock, Folk, Blues

Verse 1
Lips aflame in passions red,
Eyes dolled up in black,
Dresses in the finest thread.
Hair that's taken back.
She opens up her love-crazed eyes,
Just to see the lights.
She hears the hollers, whoops, and cries.
The neons burning bright.

Chorus
You can call me darling, sweet,
She whispers to the man.
You can roam this fertile street.
But you must hold my hand.

Verse 2
Like the catwalk, slim and long,
She swings her hips from side-to-side,
With batty-eyes she hums a song,
-dressed just like a blushing bride.
Digging in her five-inch heel,
She swoons over the floor,
Eyes that follow, kisses steal,
-she's the stuff of lore.

Chorus
You can call me darling, sweet,
She whispers to the man.
You can roam this fertile street.
But you must hold my hand.
 
Verse 3
If you're lucky she will stay,
-long enough to break your heart.
She will take your breath away,
-and rip you all apart.
Try to catch her in your palm,
-and keep her in your sight.
But you will see that won't last long,
-for she's the lady of the night.

Chorus
You can call me darling, sweet,
She whispers to the man.
You can roam this fertile street,
-but you must hold my hand.