Can you hear it cross the valley?. Can you hear that mournful sound?. I'm riding rails of silver. Going to where I'm bound. . High above the fields of clover.
Lonely night, the moon is risin'. No denyin' I'm blue. You've been gone for oh so long now. But I've been waiting on you. . I got the hugs, I got the kissin' baby.
Even though it still hurt from the words you threw at me. There's no pleasure at all, I'm watching you fall to your knees. 'Cause the tables have turned and I'm finally learning to live.
I have climbed so many mountains. Just to reach the other side. I near drowned myself in freedom. Just to feed my foolish pride. On my journey through the darkness.
When I reach the place I'm going. I will surely know my way. And I will turn and look inside me. Bid farewell to one more day. . Every light begins with darkness.
I stand before you now. A soldier of this war. I lay my weapons down. To fight no more. . I'm tired of being weak. And trying to ignore. That it was never me.
What's a broken heart. It ain't no big deal. It's not what I have. It's only what I feel. . I should laugh it off. I should never cry. It's not meant to live.
We are all children of Abraham, Abraham. We are all children of Abraham. Vast as the stars of heaven, Abraham, Abraham. Blessed be ye nations, Abraham.
How many nights you cried. So sad and lonley. Wondering if he'll call. Waitin' for the phone to ring. Waitin' for the phone to ring. He said his love was true.
The stage is set, the lights are low. Soft music on the radio. The sheets are fresh, the wine is cold. And nights like this were made for love. And now there is only one thing wrong.
He was strong and of sound mind. Till the day he crossed the line. Between an east Kentucky girl and his wife. . In his heart there wasn't room. So they tore his heart in two.
Another birthday, another candle,. Sometimes its hard to handle. The sight of twenty-five. Is it me or do the years just fly. . And all my friends say.
I can see a new expression on my face. I can feel a strange sensation taking place. I can hear the guitars playing lovely tunes. Every time that you walk in the room.
Funny, just the other day. I was walking down the street. Stopped into that place. You know, the one where we used to meet. Thought I heard you call my name.
Going out every night. Doing all the wrong things to feel alright. Waking up all alone. Dying to call you on the telephone. I moved way across town. And you've got someone new hanging round.
So many nights we didn't fight. But never talked much. We just lost touch. . I think we knew our dream. Come true was slowly dying. No denying. . Now comes the time.
In the middle of the meadow I sit staring at my kite. A ball of string and a paper dream that I could not make fly. Then daddy pulled it to the sky, behind him as he ran.
Wait a minute, hey just a minute. I just need a little time. I can't get myself together, give me half the chance. Baby to collect my mind. . Wait a minute, hey just a minute.
While we talk. Talking cake. Crumbs move. To the edges. . Of your mouth. And fleck off. Off in all. Directions. . All i see. Flying bits. I begin. Counting.
We never talked. About the thing. We witnessed. What sadness came. . Our conversations. Stayed safe. From year to year. Like a pact we'd made. . We never talked.