Texty:
Wailin Jennys The The Wailin Jennys

Don't know what time it is, I've been up for way too long and I'm too tired to sleep I call my mother on the phone, she wasn't home, and now I'm wondering

Take everything that we've had Take it and burn it to the ground Some things were never meant to last Take it down, down, down, take it down I'm still

Come me own one, come me fair one come now unto me Could you fancy a poor sailor lad who has just come from sea You are ragged love and you're dirty

To the man who lost his mind Left home for the last time They found him in the wintertime Looking for something he couldn't find They shipped him way

This is the sound of one voice One spirit, one voice The sound of one who makes a choice This is the sound of one voice This is the sound of voices two

Old man, look at my life, I'm a lot like you Old man, take a look at my life, twenty-four and I'm so much more Live alone in a paradise, makes me think

When that storm comes, don't run for cover, When that storm comes, don't run for cover, When that storm comes, don't run for cover, Don't run from the

Summertime, and the livin' is easy. Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high. Oh, your daddy's rich and your mother's good-lookin'. So hush, little baby

All the stars in the sky burn the black, close your eyes, All the stars in the sky say 'Goodbye', say 'Goodbye.' We were here yesterday, now you seem