Sweet Violet - Tim Easton

Always in the eye of the storm

Always a source and often a home

Strong and calm when everything’s gone wrong

Sweet Violet

When I was on the darkest road

When I was tired and all alone

And I thought that everything was lost

Sweet Violet

When I look in your eyes

I can’t put up a fight

I would drive all night to see you

Sweet Violet

When they took me downtown

And they locked my wheels down

When I’d fallen for the thousandth time

Sweet Violet, sweet Violet

When they call the number

I’ll be two steps from your door

Sweet Violet, sweet Violet