The prizefighter and the heiress Both talented in their way Both fighting for inheritance Both entitled to their day Said the fella “I’ve thrown my gloves And loosed my shoes Come join me in the ring my friend Quit these lonesome blues Quit my lonesome blues”
The lady thought the longest while And bathed the time in light She came to the conclusion That he hadn’t won the fight “Put your gloves back on,” she says “And steady with your pride You’ve dealt the eldest hand my love But that part of me has died”
I’m a fortune telling concubine I’m a troubleshot saloon You’re a welterweight companion And your light is at the loom I’d rather chase my options now And place you in the past The future’s not yet written Though the die behind me is cast The die behind me is cast
I don’t know anything about you But I’m sure that the doors of perception Are true in their ways In the face of it all In the stark-staring face of it
If you ask me where I’m going I’ll tell you where I’ve been ‘Cept you don’t remember yesterday And I don’t remember anything
Journey me west Or journey me south Said please put me down Where my heart meets my mouth Meets my mouth
End of the requiem End of the fight End of the struggles At the end of the night
Stop where you laugh And look where you walk Manage your head As you lighten your talk
Solace made bones And they’re chanting for air Sucking from mead In the coast of Rosslare Of Rosslare
End of the requiem End of the fight End of the struggles At the end of the night
Me and my dream As me and my girl Have more than A thousand square miles to twirl
The earth loves her children Look and don’t break your stride Keep watching forward Got an owl watch my pride Watch my pride
Thanks for the dark Thanks for the light Thanks for my guide At the end of the night
End of the requiem End of the fight End of the struggles At the end… At the end… At the end of the nightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
