Well it's cold, and you're bored From counting the smart cars on 94 When you dream you're back home But the lakeside won't trust you to walk alone
Hollow trees, talk of hand All the neckties are toasting with empty cans And you know why she's gone Clothes in the river, drifting on Slide down south When once in a while your confidence leaves you Like smoke falls out her red mouth
Well she left you the holes The tracks in the back yard, december snow But those sad souvenirs They end at the fence line, and they disappear
Why you'd follow her there? Milwaukee's a deaf ear for winter prayers There's no night, there's no day With only hope in your pocket, and hell to pay
Slide down south When once in a while your confidence leaves you Like smoke falls out her red mouth
Compositor: Samuel Ervin Beam (Samuel Beam) (BMI)Editor: Sam Beam Music (BMI)Administração: Music Companion (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #7109024 em 11/Mai/2024