Penniless and tired, let your hair grow long I was looking at you there and your face looked wrong Memory is a fickle siren's song I didn't understand
In the gentle light as the morning nears you don't say a single word of your last two years Where you were or when you reached the frontier I didn't understand, oh
See your rugged your hands and a silver knife Twenty dollars in your hand that you hold so tight All the evidence of your vagrant life My brother you were gone
And you will try to do what you did before Pull the wool over your eyes Put a week or more Let your family take you back to your original mind
There's nothing I can do There's nothing I can do There's nothing I can say There's nothing I can say I can sayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
