Hometown, same town blues
Same old walls closing in
Oh what a life a mess can be
I'm sitting here thinking of you once again
Won't you talk to me
I am losing a certain sense of myself, my life, my reality...
and if she told me to stop working graveyard shifts because she was missing me...
I would.
BUT
we need the money or we would not have the life......
damn you cruel economics....damn you....
Same old walls closing in
Oh what a life a mess can be
I'm sitting here thinking of you once again
Won't you talk to me
I am losing a certain sense of myself, my life, my reality...
and if she told me to stop working graveyard shifts because she was missing me...
I would.
BUT
we need the money or we would not have the life......
damn you cruel economics....damn you....
And
I love you
And
I love you
So many pieces of music
Tripping down the back alleys
Of you and me
Where do we begin???
Where do we end???
I love you so ungodly
and indescribably that it makes it all circumstantial
What music?
OURS
Our music baby
I LOVE YOU