Sapphire
Michael Hedges
Her heart is hot, her face cold
Leaning the banks, weaving the road
Sea gulls squawk on sand and foam
Redwoods sway
And the cypress moan
For many miles she will roam
With the wind
Tangling her red weather vane
Her name is Sapphire
Emerald, amber, ruby light
Gemstone towers of night
Blue is sparkling inside her heart
But she keeps it out of sight
For now she feels at home alone
In the chrome black leather lane
Her name is Sapphire
Somewhere over the double line of love
Somewhere divine
Somewhere through the rain of hope
Our colors will shine
Then I will leave this road behind
To ride that rainbow
With Sapphire