The story
She reaches for a voice that knows how to stay steady.
She stands at the edge of a hard night and lets the phone ring, reaching for the kind of man who can talk her through a storm without flinching. The call is less rescue than confession: she wants boots on the other end, a steady voice, somebody who can ride straight into the mess she cannot outrun.
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Lyrics
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