Wrote you a thousand words But they only added up to nothing So I’m calling them back While I beg to the honor among thieves to hold me Do you have to be the rolling train (that rolls through my sleep) Do you have to be wounded bird (that won’t let me be) Do you have to be the only voice I hear Crying in the Wilderness Crying in the Wilderness Wrote you a thousand songs But not one of them was for singing Cause I just get all wrong I guess I really just should have been listening Do you have to be the rolling train (that rolls through my sleep) Do you have to be wounded bird (that won’t let me be) Do you have to be the only voice I hear Crying in the Wilderness Crying in the Wilderness Was that really me back when I was just a simpleton I stepped to it or I blew it was all confusing then A petty officer of failure just a lackey for the jailer A hermit and a hoarder just a handsome deserter I prayed to God to let me keep it And I prayed to God to take it away And I prayed to God to let me hide it Save it for a rainy day Save it for a rainy day Do you have to be the rolling train (that rolls through my sleep) Do you have to be wounded bird (that won’t let me be) Do you have to be the only voice I hear Crying in the Wilderness Crying in the WildernessTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
