No you don't hold grudges Against those who hold blood love You know his renegade escapades Can all be traced where he comes from There were times he went missing But you could always find his heart When you head back to Kingston You can find him on your old block Do you strike those years from the record? Or do you take em face to face? I know you're one to pull no punches honey And I love you that way The phone rings in the morning You keep picking up half asleep At times, he'll call beaming At times he'll call you in defeat
Do you strike those years from the record? Or do you take em face to face? I know you're one to pull no punches honey And I know you'll never change When you're pulling into town You pass the places that you lived and as a kid you moved around But if you don't mind But if you don't mind now There's no reason to forget So cancel your plans for the weekend You'll be taking that greyhound home This ain't much for timing, but you can't live scared of picking up the phoneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
