My Beautiful

by"Frank Cox"


Johnny was a writer
Caught up in the years
He went looking for another heart
She was driving him to tears
He'd say:

If I had a gold mine, I would trade away my fears
I would go out looking for my beautiful
My beautiful

Johnny took a suitcase
He went looking for the edge
He was hanging from the balcony, I heard everything he said
I'm looking for the high place
Cause I've seen it in my head
And I'm only looking for my beautiful
My beautiful

He went on a hard ride
But he never paid the fines
Well I read in the paper that he read between the lines
Just another Elvis sighting
I could see it in his eyes
He was only looking for his beautiful
His beautiful

You know as well as I know
That you take it all in stride
The words inside the letterbox got nothing left to hide
Living in a lighthouse
Waiting for the click
Say count me in or count me down
Show me the piano
Help me make a rhyme
You can say that we will keep in touch
But I'll be keeping time
Tell em I got sidetracked when I could not toe the line
But I was only looking for my beautiful
I was only looking for my beautiful
I was only looking for
My beautiful