Western Giants - River Cry Bayou текст песни

Sitting on the front porch singing along
Wondering what's so wrong with an overcast sky
Holding on to the one thing I know is true
Now all I can do is sit here and fall behind

It's getting cold
I'm getting old
My eyes grow cold
I'm getting over you

You come down to hear me, to see my face again
Take my hand and tell me I'm okay
I wish I knew how to believe

The last time I tried to take the wheel
I couldn't keep my body that still
All I could do was hold on