Lyrics
RECKLESS WITH LOVE
(Timothy Brickley & David Rheins)
He wanted to be a rock and roll star, so
he grew out his hair and learned guitar,
moved to California, Los Angeles,
wrote letters to the labels, got down on his knees,
She’s got heavy ties to Mooresville,
Real estate and state of mind,
Indiana manners and leaving on her mind.
One night they were reckless with love.
One night they were reckless with love.
I was playing in some bowling alley bar,
she was watching with the girls from the cigarette machine.
I finally tore down, she bought us a round,
she unchecked her coat and drove me crosstown.
Damn, how did she get to be so good?
A lot of practice, she said in bed
without words spoken, it’s understood.
A lot of history going down
while the good words whirl around.
We were foolin’ ‘round, wastin’ time, reckless with love.
We were foolin’ ‘round, wastin’ time, reckless with love.
Reckless with love.
Her daddy made his fortune off of world war three
tax shelters for the christian gentry kind.
She was in three or four corporations, took a lot of vacations
they’d just bring her by papers to sign.
I didn’t mess with none of that mess,
until one night she laid it all out for me.
In those few seconds I believe we are free.
A lot of history going down
while the good words whirl around.
We were foolin’ ‘round, wastin’ time, reckless with love.
We were foolin’ ‘round, wastin’ time, reckless with love.
Reckless with love.
She’s got heavy ties to Mooresville.
Copyright 1989, Timothy Brickley & David Rheins.
