Texty:
Du Husker Warehouse Song And Stories

middle of the winter I was waiting for you and you were due When I got back you said you were leaving Leaving you said right away And coming back for

as lies I run the jagged line From years and years of practice I know just how to stand Alone with perfect balance, hand in hand Prepared with boards and hammers And

doesn't mean that much to me Sometimes I don't mean that much to you And I don't even know what I'm hiding for And I don't even know what I'm crying

enough? While pausing on a thought Can you think of what you've got? (Only you know what matters in your life) When it's pouring out, you're pondering inside And

between them everyday And a sense of guilt that's not going away When they get older perhaps they'll understand She's a woman and now he is a man And

I see the sun and I see the calendar The days go floating by so slowly in a blur I read the numbers and I discard everyone I burn my fingers on the pages

persuade a movement south Thinking that it's better there The warmer climes that we seek out Poor bird flies up in the air, never getting anywhere And

And never should you have waited (Never changes, the things I feel inside Sit by a lake and cry Like a shingle on a roof in a windstorm Should I let loose and

soldier Patrolling the world with your little boy face And a grown up gun that shoots You got a fresh scrubbed teenage outlook on terror And a khaki