Tonight again you'll be holding another tenderly. Whispering soft sweet words you once spoke to me. While I'm here a lonely living old memories. Of the precious love you once gave to me.
Here's a song I love to sing it's about the man that wears my ring. And even though he's tempted he knows I'll make sure that he gets everything. Cause when he's cold he knows I'm warm and I warm him in my arms.
And sleep I think to myself. For all of us, for all of us. Beating fiercely against the wind. Or lying there with broken hands. Wondrous wings and blinded eyes.
I had it all lined up. And then my future crashed. I heard the deadbolt lock. And there stood my past. . But there are no signs for tomorrow. On the back roads of my sorrow.
Prettiest one never talked to me. Bought her a coke and Jim Bean. Sting of bourbon on her lips. Big tab and twenty dollar tip. She put her hand on my thigh.
This street that we live on. Ain't no yellow brick road. And this pay check that I bring home. Sure ain't no pot of gold. . When people dream. They don't wish they were crooks.
Now once I stood like a mountain high. Cold and rough and no sign of life. Didn't need no one didn't want no love. Yeah, but that was before I felt her touch.