: The saddest smile in history How she looked at me The way our lives are passing us by Lie after lie Chorus: Tonight your luck ran out You may scream
: Your clothes spread out on the floor just like it was before a homerun is a hit I'll never score the hours before the break of dawn are as fragile
of my old songs A couple of my old songs And I think : "Damn" "Neil Young would have loved these songs" "He would have loved these songs" Maybe next year Maybe next year
: You came over Like a midnight appetite Nobody believes me now I ran across and Saw thousand people on my way On my way on my way out One of it, two
: Life always dumps something in your lap You're constantly busy redrawing your map You leave behind a fading trail Of images and words that you hope
: I'm Peter Vanderhoelt, I'm 68 years old My doubts and questions have increased I, forty-two years of being a priest I'm at the end of my life I'm not
: I made the call just too late At the end of may I just thought i could wait For one more day In the time that passed You went down so fast You went
: Sometimes everything seems awkward and large Imagine a Wednesday evening in march Future and past at the same time I make use of the night start drinking
: If I had a way to get out of this day If I had a way I'd get out today Man, I would run away, man, I would run 'Cause these walls block out the sun
: Lover, there's something I should Confess, I've been misunderstood I really fucked up, it doesn't make sense I've got no choice but to accept the consequence
: Walking on a dream How can I explain Talking to myself Will I see again We are always running for the thrill of it thrill of it Always pushing up
the club jumpin' If you want a good time, she gonna give you what you want Baby it's a new age, You're like my new craze Let's get together Maybe
The saddest smile in history How she looked at me The way our lives are passing us by Lie after lie Chorus: Tonight your luck ran out You may scream
Your clothes spread out on the floor just like it was before a homerun is a hit I'll never score the hours before the break of dawn are as fragile
Lover, there's something I should Confess, I've been misunderstood I really fucked up, it doesn't make sense I've got no choice but to accept the consequence
If I had a way to get out of this day If I had a way I'd get out today Man, I would run away, man, I would run 'Cause these walls block out the sun Yeah
couple of my old songs A couple of my old songs And I think : "Damn" "Neil Young would have loved these songs" "He would have loved these songs" Maybe next year Maybe next year
Sometimes everything seems awkward and large Imagine a Wednesday evening in march Future and past at the same time I make use of the night start drinking
