I was pounding the streets for a friend who could find Some hope out of hope torn apart I would point to my chest, say Here it is, it looks real tough Won't be broken again, but still it's my heart With full-listening ears and best intention They so want to know and with no comprehension This town, such a weary place Love-lorn, sleepy falling race saying Oh not that song again Oh no they played our song again, well Something should be for everyone.
So out of the sun drops this man, holds my hands Has me over for tea and wears flowers in his hair A friend for my heart, not like friends who say Do alone, be alone, do it, do it, do it again I won't take him there He asked for my days without demanding He gave me his laughter and his understanding To those who loved and loved again Who planted flowers and trampled them, saying Oh not that song again Oh God they played our song again, well His song belongs to everyone.
I could spend all my days with that man, see what grows And all of his smiles, as if that's what it's all about But I guess it's hard to keep such joy in your dreams Or maybe it was just me. Anyway, his smiles just ran out He frowns and he says it's not my business He stares at his hands with no forgiveness He wonders what can mirrors say He looks and then he walks away, saying Oh not myself again Oh, no, not that song again, well This world was made for everyone You gave me that.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
