If I come down from my high horse And you come down from your hill I'll ride up from the valley From our place by the mill
The neighbourhood's gone quiet Since the good jobs have gone With the odds against us Stacked a thousand-to-one
Ohh, everything is changing The new jobs don't pay Our old street is crumbling Young ones moving away
So, that's why I called you I know you could help If you were inclined to You could swing it yourself
Please do it for Gracie Not for my sake Back then when she chose me Maybe she made a mistake
Now memories are pictures Scissors, for thoughts The wars that we're fighting are The wars that we fought
I can't change all that happened Or the words that I said Taking on every demon I was full speed ahead
You should know this isn't like me Or the man I became Didn't work for my health I'd say it's caught up again
Oh, we did have an estate Treatments took that And I did have my pride But that came off with my cap
If I don't hear from you Know that I'll understand I have until the [priest statement] "She knows you're a good man"
The neighbourhood's gone quiet Since the good jobs went south Went straight through to China Now it's fingers to mouth Fingers FingersTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
