Gut Punch from Selena Rosanbalm by Selena Rosanbalm

He buried you in Texas
I think it was July
Nobody saw you slip away
In the dark of the night
The smell of rubber burning
Out by San Antone
Then he found you in the dust
Fading lights and broken bones

It was a gut punch
When I got the news
I was rolling into Denver
He was feeling accused

I called a hundred times
He was a thousand miles away
Refused to entertain the thought
Everything would be okay
He could not indulge
Such a fantasy
He surrendered to the fall
He’s in a tailspin sinking deep

It was a gut punch
When I got the news
I was rolling into Denver
He was drowning his blues

On the edge
When night falls
A cracked heart
Is lethal

It was a gut punch
When I got the news
I was rolling into Denver
He had nothing to lose

• Rock
• americana
• amreicana
• country
• rock
• roots rock
• singer-songwriter
• soul
• Austin