Oh, the rain is slowly falling. And my heart is so sore. Six more miles and leave my darlin'. Never to meet no more. . Six more miles to the graveyard.
(A. Ferrier). AL FERRIER (poss. Goldband). . It's lonely living, when you're all alone. Sitting and waiting by the telephone. Waiting for a call that never seems to come.
Verse 1:. So I left my home. For the battleground. And it's nothing like you were, no!. I feel better now. Better than you've ever felt before. And there's no more storm.
Sweet emotion. Sweet emotion. . Talk about things that nobody cares. Wearing out things that nobody wears. You're calling my name but I gotta make clear.
They'll talk about it after dinner. Over after dinner drinks. Then tie it to the car's antenna. And pray the sinking feeling shrinks. . And if they make it to see monkey time.
Smack dab in the eye of the storm. Quite all right just with the strength and size of it. I'm not sure what created this storm. I feel safe in the eye of it now.
I couldn't be more confused. But more than that I'm upset. We once stood side by side. We were young when we met. . We'd always stand together. That's how we had it planned.
There was a place. And the name of the place escapes me. When I cant remember. It irritates me. . Could be I cant remember. Could be I choose to not. Lets move along the song.
I'll let you in on how I'm feeling. You've got a lot of nerve, you'll get you deserve. Granted this feeling's unappealing. I'm bitter I'll admit now I've got to deal with it.
From the impression that I get uk import single. . There's so many ways to do this. Anyone could tell me that. I could, what if,. There's more than one way to skin a cat.
Simmer down, my head is too hot so. Simmer down, he's gonna get dropped so. Simmer down, man, here's what I say. Simmer down, now I've got to got to simmer down.
Check the new car out in the mirror. Here comes the fastest man in the traffic jam. A major road rager with a bone to pick. I'll take another quick look and I'm over it.
They played something. They made something. Brand new a baby blue machine. Brass tacks, duct tape. For the great escape. . Packed in there like sardines.
Seven ways to Sunday. seven seperate ways to Sunday. but he did not know which one. would save him so he had to try. every code and combination. on the road to his salvation.
So many things seem broken. I know, I'm on of them. But anything worth hoping. Needs someone to hang on. And i'm at the edge of all my dreams. Nothings within reach it seems.
this isn't about you or the life. she's lead through you. just every passing day leaves me wondering. what is really true. expecting to find you sleeping.
Everyone's just looking for. a reason to go on. But every time I turn around. I feel that you are gone. . And I know from my mistake before. I should have seen the truth.
It's what you want. It's your amphetamine. Another night you're settling. For comfort in your bed. . The more you fill. The more you're empty. You're never what you should be.
You dream to waste too long, been counting on those you knew as friends. Just. to see them turn and plot and fall before you. The sacrifice of life for them.