Intuition

Intuition First time I saw him underneath bonfire lights Dust on his boots, crooked grin, whiskey eyes Lord, I fought it like a wildfire in the wind Told myself, “Girl, don’t go and do this again” Said I’m too old for hearts that run half wild I gave my soul to Heaven after all this time Don’t need no man to save me anymore I already found what I was searching for But he came in smooth and sharp like a pitchfork prong Made me feel wanted when I’d felt alone too long He knew every word a lonely woman needs Like he’d rehearsed ‘em driving Colorado backroads in his dreams But intuition… ain’t it something Like thunder rolling ‘fore the sky starts coming A woman can smile while her whole soul shakes Knowing the truth before the truth breaks Yeah intuition… it cuts like glass Whispers real soft, but it never lies back And that pit in my stomach knew before my mind He was holding my hand while looking behind Sometimes a woman just knows We were sitting in that bar off Highway 9 Him drinking cold beer, me sipping green tea by his side Then she walked in wearing yesterday’s flame And Lord, the whole damn room around him changed Couldn’t hide it if he tried I watched his heart leave me through his eyes He swore up and down that chapter was gone But I knew right then I was standing alone You can tell yourself a story till you almost believe But your spirit knows the difference between comfort and destiny And intuition… ain’t it something Like boots on gravel when trouble’s coming A woman can feel what a man won’t say Before his goodbye ever finds a way Yeah intuition… it’s a sacred fire Burning through excuses and sweet-talking liars And my soul kept screaming what my heart denied You can’t build forever on divided eyes Sometimes a woman just knows I don’t want halfway Don’t want almost Don’t want wandering eyes at some old ghost I need that once-in-a-lifetime kind of draw Where I’m the only name written on his hitchin' post I want steady hands I want honest flames Some cowboy who still looks at me the same At sixty-five as he did at thirty-two Like losing me would undo him too Yeah intuition… thank God for something That keeps a woman standing when her knees start buckling Cause love ain’t enough if it’s borrowed or torn And I wasn’t made to come second anymore No, intuition… she rode with me Like an old palomino through uncertainty And though I cared for him, deep down I knew He never walked in the room looking only for me Jesus and me.. is all I need.