So this is it. This will be the last song. That I write. I've finally run out of things to say. And rewrote these sad songs. About 400 different ways
My father?s hands wore their way right through his gloves through thirty years of doubt and love, thirty years of drought and flood. Trussing grid rode
If you could recognize the obvious It all comes down to faults and blame You're stuck in place you should have never been Scared to death to start again
Noone here believes that the earth is round Their world ends at the edge of town The prairie burns last year's harvest clean And wheat fields become
See the stars on a clear night See them pass us by Brace yourself for a long drive Try to rest your tired eyes I'll wake you when we get there I'll wake
you used to say we were alright you never say what you mean and i've been taking this alright you're taking this out on me you can play this at my funeral
Roaming eyes read cheating lips As roaming hands brush cheating hips Did you think i wouldn't notice? Everything falls into place As you fall back on
I've turned this place inside out And upside-down Just for some answers Was i your anchor? I kept you tied down but i couldn't Save you from drowning
And she left No Goodbyes No i'll miss you That was it Her last words were drive safe An invitation to an accident It's been the waste of another year
it's how you smile and gently say "tomorrow never comes" it gets me every time it makes me think that maybe i could wash my hands of all these fears
I told myself, you've got to shake this jealous thing It's the last thing you need I told myself, just drop this anti-trust act It is so self-defeating
This movie would've killed us It would've made a mess I'd have lit the fires but I'd have pulled you out Take a shot from every angle I'd have shot you
翻訳: クーパーテンプルクロース. フィルムメーカー.