I come home late after closing the coffee shop Make myself some dinner then get to drinking And Peter down at the Corner tore The young man, our friend, remember? He's moving on, he don't work there anymore I went by last night and he was gone I just wish I could tell you Yeah, I just wish I could tell you Wake up phone call from the LAPD Say they wanna talk to me about the theft Can't say I haven't been keeping busy I couldn't write a song, so I tried to play that song That we used to sing together 'bout sailing Couldn't make it through the first verse Without breaking down and crying What the hell is wrong with me? Hey, I just wish we could sing it Yeah, I just wish we could sing it To answer your letter, most days I'm doing fine But sometimes, I still get deep, down, dark and feeling low I wear sunglasses and a big jacket And get so high that I can't see the bottom, it helps a little When it's too hard to handle, I call Carlos Yeah, we talk it out But I just wish I could call you Yeah, I just wish I could call you Remember that time we rode the train to San Mateo And met up with my mom and her husband? She'd just found 20 dollars on the ground So she took us out to lunch, and it was raining After that, we said goodbye and walked down to the tea gardens Beneath our broken umbrella, and when we got there, it was closed We did our best to enjoy ourselves, despite it all But by then, the sun was setting on our problems I wanna say sorry Yeah, I just wanna say sorry I got this whole trunk of love poetry between us That I can't put away, or throw away, or even begin to think about So, it just sits in the window, waiting For the day when some new little rose is gonna be heading on over And I'll just sweep it away, sweep our memories up Like I'm making my bed, without thinking Just like I'm making my bed, without thinking And that's no way to say thank you Yeah, that's no way to say thank you That whole thing about the LAPD, it's not as bad as it sounds I just cashed a check for somebody that turned out to be stolen And I think I did it 'cause I was lonely I got the call today that the bank's gonna pay restitution, but There was a while there where I thought I was gonna get thrown in a cell Be on the line for five thousand dollars You don't know the first thing about it, beginning, middle or end It's still you that arrest me and robs me Still you that arrest me and robs me Still you that arrest me and robs me Still you that arrest me and robs me Still you that arrest me and robs me Still you that arrest me and robs me Still you that arrest me and robs me Still you that arrest me and robs me One, two, threeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
