Mack Murphy & The Inmates - The Road | Текст песни

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• Mack Murphy & The Inmates
• The Road

Footsteps sound like a funeral drum
When coming home in pre-dawn light
I got my head chopped off
Somewhere out back in that hoodlum night
When you’re longing for some long hours of musing
When you’re too tired to realize you’re sleeping

The road away from here is oh so near
And I think I’ve had my share of scars
Oh, that road is ours

Among the drifters & drunks night enveloped me
A miserable lapse into something I used to be
& I laugh at myself
& the dreams I’d been dreaming
Coz I know they wouldn’t call my name
To keep me from leaving
Yesterday’s shadows stomping on my chest
Some single-serving friends
& the woman I love best
Well, they all stood up & left
oh & how they made me rue it
-That day I’d tangled with them-
We do silly things when we’re wounded