If to borrow is to take and not return I have borrowed all my lonesome life And I can't, no, I can't get through The borrower's debt is the only regret
Why in the night sky are the lights hung? Why is the earth moving 'round the sun? Floating in the vacuum with no purpose, not a one Why in the night sky
In that dream I'm as old as the mountains Still is starlight reflected in fountains Children grown on the edge of the ocean Kept like jewelry, kept with
So now I am older Than my mother and father When they had their daughter Now what does that say about me? Oh, how could I dream of Such a selfless and
I woke up one morning All my fingers rotten I woke up a dying man Without a chance I came to your window, threw a stone and waited At the door a stranger
I barely can speak. Yeah, I'm tongue-tied and dizzy and I can't keep it to myself what good is it to sing helplessness blues? Why should I wait for anyone
So guess I got old I was like trash on the sidewalk I guess I knew why Often it's hard to just sweet talk I was old news to you then Old news, old news
After all is said & done, I'd feel the same. All that I hoped would change within me stayed Like a huddled moonlit exile on the shore, warmin' his hands
Just as the sand made everything round Just as the tar seeps up from the ground Bitter dancer, ever turning So was the day that you came to town You
I went down among the dust and pollen to the old stone fountain in the morning after dawn underneath were all these pennies fallen from the hands of children
He was so kind Such a gentleman tied to the ocean side Lighting a match On the suitcase's latch in the fading of night Ruffle the fur of the collie '
I barely can speak Yeah I'm tongue tied and dizzy And I can't keep it to myself What good is it to sing helplessness blues? Why should I wait for anyone
: If to borrow is to take and not return I have borrowed all my lonesome life And I can't, no I can't get through The borrower's debt is the only regret
: He was so kind, such a gentleman tied to the oceanside Lighting a match on the suitcase's latch in the fading of night Ruffle the fur of the collie
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: After all is said and done I feel the same All that I hoped would change within me stayed Like a huddled moon-lit exile on the shore Warming his hands
: So guess I got old I was like trash on the sidewalk I guess I knew why Often it's hard to just sweet talk I was old news to you then Old news, old
