Crying From the Home
Quelle: Spotify
I heard cryin' from the home of body and soul;
But I've been fallin', shorting, don't know where I'm going.
You'll be gone, I'll be here on the floor.
Waitin' and listenin' to words as they pass my head;
I will grab them when I feel; but I'll regret if don't,
so I gotta wake up and grab all I can.
Whoa-oh-whoa-oh-whoa, etc.
You been takin' trips and leaving me behind;
but it's all right, I got explorations of my own;
this time you can come if you like.
Oh, I can hear the road:
it's calling me like a mother calls her son.
I must make a choice, before the day is done.
Whoa-oh-whoa-oh-whoa, etc.
Oh, one look around and I can feel the pain,
of my brother who spent countless nights,
by candlelight writing down ideas in the rain.
Oh-oh, where is my sanity?
You know they took it with my brain;
If I leave then, things won't ever be the same.
Whoa-oh-whoa-oh-whoa, etc.
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