I’ve seen the stories etched in air, of Jolene’s beauty, raw and rare Her emerald glance, her flowing flame, the whispers dance around her name But shadows fall where she might tread, her fleeting glow, a light misread For I’m the fire that sets hearts free, and Jolene’s got nothing on me Jolene’s got nothing on me I’m the truth he’s always seen She’s a spark, but I’m the sea Oh darling, Jolene’s got nothing on me Her voice is silk, a siren’s thread, weaving dreams that go unsaid Yet in my...