Elizabeth Cook - Orange Blossom Trail

There’s no need in lyin’ under flashing lights
I’ve run out of ways to love you on red district nights
Hangin’ on the concrete, dancin’, happy, poor
Too much won’t be enough cause enough is always more

My dreams can breathe
My dreams can fail
The players talk while thieves set sail
It’s the fragrant air of the underbelly on the Orange Blossom Trail
The fragrant air of the underbelly on the Orange Blossom Trail

Some folks like the high road
Others like to slide
I likе you and me baby on the shady side
If you can takе your sugar without a silver spoon
Call me up I got a place at the Carolina Moon

My dreams can breathe
My dreams can fail
The players talk while thieves set sail
It’s the fragrant air of the underbelly on the Orange Blossom Trail
The fragrant air of the underbelly on the Orange Blossom Trail

Bleach soaked parking lot, Gucci’s in the breeze
What has striped this tiger is the shade of the trees
The best show on earth
The edge of the bet
To fall or fly is as far as most people ever get
But my dreams can breathe
My dreams can fail
The players talk while thieves set sail
It’s the fragrant air of the underbelly on the Orange Blossom Trail
The fragrant air of the underbelly on the Orange Blossom Trail…