Cold, cold 1950 a year from now I'll be away a year from now you'll hear from me my chin on the water in the darkest time I'll cut through country, country bound with foot in mouth before the town that looks of shadow and of cloud and looking back be damned just underneath the line of visible (and well) before I'm found and cast to hell when minutes turn to months and kill my hopes of coming home I'll have a life somewhere, I know I'll have a life somewhere, I knowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
