I bought the paper yesterday and I saw the obituary
And I read of how you died in pain -
Well I just couldn't understand it
If I could of changed that, then Lord knows I'd do it now
But there is no going back -
And what's done is done forever
But you were always chained and shackled by the dirt -
Of every small town institution and every big town flirt
And I think of what you might have been,
a man of such great promise
Oh but, you seem to forget the dream -
And the more you saw you hated
But let's not talk of blame, for what is only natural
Like a moth going to a flame -
You had a dangerous passion
But you were always chained and shackled by the dirt -
Of every small town institution and every big town flirt
All the things that you might have been - but who am I to say?
Still I wonder -
If it's the cold earth you prefer to lay -
If it's the cold earth - you prefer to stay
1 | Long Hot Summer |
2 | Speak Like A Child |
3 | The Paris Match |
4 | My Ever Changing Moods |
5 | Solid Bond In Your Heart |
6 | Wanted |
7 | Lodgers |
8 | Promised Land |
9 | With Everything To Lose |
10 | Headstart For Happiness |