Texty:
Cochrane Tom

I watched while you might say So long happy trails You can only wait so long Till the wind shakes your sails And you see that she says bye bye Then she

I was standing with my paper there Minding my own news For everything that someone said Someone else had a different view I watched the whole thing there

Walking by the roadsigns I see my fate wrote upon it And I'm checkin' out the back end Where my race is now run You might hear a thousand harps Of heaven

She's thinking about the prince and Cinderella And the outlaws, the hustlers and the heroes They never seem to fall It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter

God I hate your needles and your dirty little vial of pills I guess I love the sweat you put me through I know I love your body like I used to love your

Shut your eyes my darling There's nothing you can say The man in the moon won't fall on you He doesn't live there anyway You don't have to be a soldier

We live out here in the desert Where time stands still in the face of our foolish pride We trade our love for ambition And tell each other we'll get it

I'm gonna check my scars at home Gonna cash my chips and roam Gonna walk before I fade to black I'm gonna write a new resume I'm gonna write you off the

The streets are covered in chalk The shops are boarded up The bodies are carried back down from the square He begins to wonder If it always was this