I see nothing to be gained by explanations. No need to try to say who's right or who was wrong. No need to enter into lengthy dissertations. To make a long story short, she's gone.
I see nothing to be gained by explanations. No need to try to say who's right or who was wrong. No need to enter into lengthy dissertations. To make a long story short, she's gone.
Now that we're back together the battle is half won. We'll try to save a part of yesterday. I know it won't be easy but at least we have begun. There is no easy way but there is a way.
Thanks for what a little love you gave to me. And thank you for my escape from misery. I searched and found heaven and then lost it again. You were mine for a little while so thanks again.
Take my word for what I tell you. I have never lied to you. Pay no mind to what they're sayin'. I have never been untrue. Evil tongues in town. Continue to prat aloud.
First year med tech, 2AM. On the graveyard shift a call comes in. A senseless killin'. Blue lights flashin', white chalk line. I still get queasy but I'll be fine.
Here's one from last August. That came out of the blue. Says summer's been a scorcher babe. And I'm still hot on you. There must be 25 or more. You signed them every one.
Well my throat was dry and it was getting late. I was at this bar on the interstate. When this guy with this bird on his shoulder walked through the door.
Well, I was born a-kickin', Lord, bound to die the same. Son of a son of a man on the run, reared on raisin' Cain. Mama put lead in my boots to keep me on the ground.
Try Getting Over You. ( Written by Paul Nelson / Craig Wiseman ). . Well, I see you still remember our old number. No, there's noone here but me tonight.