Is it ever gonna come?. I wanna believe but I can't really see. 'Cause I'm afraid to even lift my head up. If I look for you are you gonna be gone?. .
Hey, hey, hey, yeah. . In the back room of the bar, crusty fingernails I saw him. Everything was hidden by, all the greasy hair he was in. Never looking up, he seemed so sad, I tried to offer him.