Looking out the door I see the rain Fall upon the funeral mourners Parading in a wake of sad relations As their shoes fill up with water
Maybe I'm too young To keep good love from going wrong But tonight you're on my mind
Broken down and hungry for your love With no way to feed it Where are you tonight, child? You know how much I need it
Too young to hold on And too old to just break free and run Sometimes a man gets carried away When he feels like he should be having his fun Much too blind to see the damage he's done And sometimes a man must awake to find that really, he has no-oneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
