And yes I believe in what we had. But words got in the way. And only yesterday. As I was leaving. Lord knows I've tried to say but I've. Heard a million conversations.
And yes I believe in what we had. But words got in the way. And only yesterday. As I was leaving. Lord knows I've tried to say but I've. Heard a million conversations.
It's just a feeling. I get sometimes. A feeling. Sometimes. And I get frightened. Just like you. I get frightened too. But it's.... No time for heartache.
When it's passing strange. And I'm waiting for the train. Caught up on this line again. And it's passing slowly. . Killing time but it's better. Than living in what will come.
Lay me down the long white line. Leave the sirens far behind me. Paint my name in black and gold. My heart my flame my heart my road. My heartland fade across the line.
The bodies on the naked on the low damp ground. In the violet hour to the violent sound. And the darkness the blinding the eyes that shine. And the voices singing line on line.
See a body and a dream of the dead days. A followin' of lost and blind. Livin' far from here. Tomorrow is a hard to find. And it seems like twenty five years of promises and give me more.
It's just a feeling. I get sometimes. A feeling. Sometimes. And I get frightened. Just like you. I get frightened too. but it's. . (no no no) No time for heartache.