All the broken pieces Lying in a pile Waiting to be swept up From the bathroom tile
Broke my only mirror Feeling not quite right Empty little bedroom And a long night
Oh, I miss my honey so Now I'm cold and lonely Oh, and I hope she comes back home To her boy whose heart is broke I'm sinking slow
Born into a strange world Waiting for a train Sliding 'round Chicago In a soft rain
Year of No Returning Hanging on the wall Praying for salvation And a phone call
Oh, I miss my honey so And my childhood's ending Oh, and she's got to come back home To her boy descending slow I'm sinking slowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
