Way Home
Well I once heard a story about a run-down home
Where a man and his thoughts lived all alone
He tried to live, no effort was shown
He’s slowly finding a way back home
He had a family with smiles and frowns
They never could solve his way to be down
Cos he’s one dog who don’t want a bone
He’s slowly finding a way back home
He had a nice house with windows and doors
He said to his wife what’s mine is yours
But the seeds of deception are soon to be sown
He’s slowly finding a way back home
His children have left but the rooms are still there
His misses the noise and the scents in their hair
But far from the nest the babies have flown
He’s slowly finding a way back home
His wife was an angel sent from above
He never returned her kisses or love
But soon he’d found that she’d overgrown
This man who’s finding a way back home
So the leaves are all dead in this broken man’s June
The rain will still fall on the sunny afternoon
He stares at the floor, no more to roam
He’s slowly finding a way back home
Well I once heard a story about a run-down home
Where a man with regrets lived all alone
He tried to live, no effort was shown
He’ll never find a way back home
Похожие новости.
Muny
[Chorus:] Oh no we don't play with silly girls All I know is the material girls Give me the muny, the cars, the case loads, the mun-mun-muny, the yen and the pesos The mun-mun-muny,
Річенька
В’ється рiченька в’юнка помiж осокою, Тут, кохана, зустрiчались в юностi з тобою. Тут чекав тебе щодня, доки мiсяць зiйде... Пiд вербичкою сидiв, все чекав, що прийдеш. Я до хутора щолiта їду у вiдпустку I в
Домовой
Темной тропой домой По светлой тропе к тебе Тихо все за спиной Спрятался домовой Дремлет в печной трубе Знать бы где спрятан клад Сразу поднимешь взгляд Выпустишь стрелы в цель Кто тебя обвинит В том, что опять гремит Первой грозой
Побеседуй Со Мной
Побеседуй со мной, побеседуй, На плохую погоду посетуй. Зарядили с Июня дожди, Яблок к Спасу от лета не жди. Побеседуй о дальнем, о ближнем, Что смешным был и часто излишним. Про себя улыбнись, побрани За отсутствие долгие
Things Ain’t Like They Used to Be
I went around the way for you Did all those things you asked me to I thought it was the perfect day Till she just opened up to say It doesn't mean a thing
