Favorite Song Lyrics

[big dog cowboy]

The Last In Line - Ronnie James Dio

• We're a ship without a storm
  The cold without the warm
  Light inside the darkness that it needs, yeah
  We're a laugh without a tear
  The hope without the fear
  We are coming - home
  We're off to the witch
  We may never never never come home
  But the magic that we'll feel
  Is worth a lifetime
  We're all born upon the cross
  The throw before the toss
  You can release yourself
  But the only way is down
  We don't come alone
  We are fire we are stone
  We're the hand that writes
  Then quickly moves away
  Chorus:
  We'll know for the first time
  If we're evil or divine
  We're the last in line
  We're the last in line
  Two eyes from the east
  It's the angel or the beast
  And the answer lies between
  The good and bad
  We search for the truth
  We could die upon the tooth
  But the thrill of just the chase
  Is worth the pain
  Repeat chorus
  We're off to the witch
  We may never never never come home
  But the magic that we'll feel
  Is worth a lifetime
  We're all born upon the cross
  The throw before the toss
  You can release yourself
  But the only way you go is down
  Repeat chorus​

 

[Haley94]

Don't let it bring you down
Neal Young

Old man lyin'
By the side of the road
With the lorries rollin' by
Blue moon sinkin'
From the weight of the load
And the buildings scrape the sky
Cold wind rippin'
Down the valley at dawn
And the morning paper flies
Dead man lyin'
By the side of the road
With the daylight in his eyes
*Don't let it bring you down
It's only castles burning
Find someone who's turning
And you will come around
Blind man runnin'
Through the light of the night
With an answer in his hand
Come on down to the river of sight
And you can really understand
Red lights flashin'
Through the window in the rain
Can you hear the sirens moan
White cane lyin'
In a gutter in the lane
And you're walkin' home alone
(*Repeat x2)
(**Repeat)
(*Repeat)
You will come around
(*Repeat)

 

[jem88]

Don't let it bring you down
Neal Young

Old man lyin'
By the side of the road
With the lorries rollin' by
Blue moon sinkin'
From the weight of the load
And the buildings scrape the sky
Cold wind rippin'
Down the valley at dawn
And the morning paper flies
Dead man lyin'
By the side of the road
With the daylight in his eyes
*Don't let it bring you down
It's only castles burning
Find someone who's turning
And you will come around
Blind man runnin'
Through the light of the night
With an answer in his hand
Come on down to the river of sight
And you can really understand
Red lights flashin'
Through the window in the rain
Can you hear the sirens moan
White cane lyin'
In a gutter in the lane
And you're walkin' home alone
(*Repeat x2)
(**Repeat)
(*Repeat)
You will come around
(*Repeat)

What a call! I love that song. Possibly my favourite Neil Young song (definitely up there with After The Goldrush, New Mama, Motion Pictures, Ride My Llama.)

 

[AbeBeta]

Here's one a really like -- from an artist that can be very very hard to listen to. For the most part his work is only enjoyable when others cover it. He's a product of the Austin scene. (BTW a cover of this song appears in several movies and I heard it during an episode of Scrubs).

Daniel Johnston -- Living Life

Hold me like a mother would
Like I always knew somebody should
though tomorrow don't look that good
Well, it just goes to show

Though people say we're an unlikely couple
I'm seeing double of you

Oh.

This is life
This is life
And everything's all right
Living living living living living living living living life

Oh
I'm hoping though
because I'm learning to cope
with the emotion-less mediocrity
Oh.

Day-to-day living

Oh
I can't help being restless
When everything's so tasteless

And all the colors seem to have faded away.

Oh.
This is life
This is life
And everything's all right
Living living living living living living living living life

Hold me like a mother would
Like I always knew somebody should, yeah.
though tomorrow don't look that good
Well, just goes to show
Though people say we're an unlikely couple
Doris Day, and Mott the Hoople

 

[LittleBoyBlue]

"some people call me a cyber-space Cowboy..."

"Treating people just like pawns in chess"

"Bind all of us together... Ablaze of hope and free"

"well there's people... and more people... what do they know, know, know...."

"And the days go by.... like a strand in the wind... In the web that is my own... I begin again"

"He came on a summer's day... Bringin' gifts from far away... But he made it clear he couldn't stay... No harbor was his home"

 

[BrAinPaiNt]

The Last In Line - Ronnie James Dio

Good stuff...I am a HUGE Dio Fan.

 

[AbeBeta]

Anyone here like Steve Earle? Guy is a bit of a head scratcher, good old boy Southerner liberal pinko. I think this one is amazing - I always think of it come election time. (BTW -- this was written about the 1996 election)

t's Christmastime in Washington
The Democrats rehearsed
Gettin' into gear for four more years
Things not gettin' worse
The Republicans drink whiskey neat
And thanked their lucky stars
They said, 'He cannot seek another term
They'll be no more FDRs'
I sat home in Tennessee
Staring at the screen
With an uneasy feeling in my chest
And I'm wonderin' what it means

Chorus:
So come back Woody Guthrie
Come back to us now
Tear your eyes from paradise
And rise again somehow
If you run into Jesus
Maybe he can help you out
Come back Woody Guthrie to us now

I followed in your footsteps once
Back in my travelin' days
Somewhere I failed to find your trail
Now I'm stumblin' through the haze
But there's killers on the highway now
And a man can't get around
So I sold my soul for wheels that roll
Now I'm stuck here in this town

Chorus

There's foxes in the hen house
Cows out in the corn
The unions have been busted
Their proud red banners torn
To listen to the radio
You'd think that all was well
But you and me and Cisco know
It's going straight to hell

So come back, Emma Goldman
Rise up, old Joe Hill
The barracades are goin' up
They cannot break our will
Come back to us, Malcolm X
And Martin Luther King
We're marching into Selma
As the bells of freedom ring

Chorus

 

[Hostile]

I'm listening to Johnny Cash and this song just played. This man could just write great stuff

Man in Black


Well, you wonder why I always dress in black,
Why you never see bright colors on my back,
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.
Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on.

I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,
Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town,
I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime,
But is there because he's a victim of the times.

I wear the black for those who never read,
Or listened to the words that Jesus said,
About the road to happiness through love and charity,
Why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me.

Well, we're doin' mighty fine, I do suppose,
In our streak of lightnin' cars and fancy clothes,
But just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought 'a be a Man In Black.

I wear it for the sick and lonely old,
For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold,
I wear the black in mournin' for the lives that could have been,
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men.

And, I wear it for the thousands who have died,
Believen' that the Lord was on their side,
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died,
Believen' that we all were on their side.

Well, there's things that never will be right I know,
And things need changin' everywhere you go,
But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right,
You'll never see me wear a suit of white.

Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that everything's OK,
But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,
'Till things are brighter, I'm the Man In Black.



Though I know 9 Inch Nails wrote this song, Johnny did it perfectly.


Hurt

I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that's real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything

[Chorus:]
What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar's chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here

[Chorus:]
What have I become
My sweetest friend
Everyone I know goes away
In the end
And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

If I could start again
A million miles away
I would keep myself
I would find a way

 

[AbeBeta]

Though I know 9 Inch Nails wrote this song, Johnny did it perfectly.


Hurt

Love that one -- reminds me of how Sinatra could take a tune and make it so totally his own. Off the covers albums before that I love Spiritual and I See A Darkness almost as much

 

[Hostile]

Love that one -- reminds me of how Sinatra could take a tune and make it so totally his own. Off the covers albums before that I love Spiritual and I See A Darkness almost as much

Totally agree with you. Dean martin could do that too.

Here's one by Johnny that you might like given your profession.

The Ballad of Ira Hayes

Ira Hayes,
Ira Hayes

[CHORUS:]
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war

Gather round me people there's a story I would tell
About a brave young Indian you should remember well
From the land of the Pima Indian
A proud and noble band
Who farmed the Phoenix valley in Arizona land

Down the ditches for a thousand years
The water grew Ira's peoples' crops
'Till the white man stole the water rights
And the sparklin' water stopped

Now Ira's folks were hungry
And their land grew crops of weeds
When war came, Ira volunteered
And forgot the white man's greed

[CHORUS:]
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war

There they battled up Iwo Jima's hill,
Two hundred and fifty men
But only twenty-seven lived to walk back down again

And when the fight was over
And when Old Glory raised
Among the men who held it high
Was the Indian, Ira Hayes

[CHORUS:]
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war

Ira returned a hero
Celebrated through the land
He was wined and speeched and honored; Everybody shook his hand

But he was just a Pima Indian
No water, no crops, no chance
At home nobody cared what Ira'd done
And when did the Indians dance

[CHORUS:]
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war

Then Ira started drinkin' hard;
Jail was often his home
They'd let him raise the flag and lower it
like you'd throw a dog a bone!

He died drunk one mornin'
Alone in the land he fought to save
Two inches of water in a lonely ditch
Was a grave for Ira Hayes

[CHORUS:]
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war

Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes
But his land is just as dry
And his ghost is lyin' thirsty
In the ditch where Ira died

 

[Big Dakota]

Gotta love Cash.



Just watched PBS last night and they had a special on Dylan at Newport in 63-64 -65. What a change he went through in that time.

Only a Pawn in Their Game


A bullet from the back of a bush took Medgar Evers' blood.
A finger fired the trigger to his name.
A handle hid out in the dark
A hand set the spark
Two eyes took the aim
Behind a man's brain
But he can't be blamed
He's only a pawn in their game.
.
A South politician preaches to the poor white man,
"You got more than the blacks, don't complain.
You're better than them, you been born with white skin," they explain.
And the Negro's name
Is used it is plain
For the politician's gain
As he rises to fame
And the poor white remains
On the caboose of the train
But it ain't him to blame
He's only a pawn in their game.
.
The deputy sheriffs, the soldiers, the governors get paid,
And the marshals and cops get the same,
But the poor white man's used in the hands of them all like a tool.
He's taught in his school
From the start by the rule
That the laws are with him
To protect his white skin
To keep up his hate
So he never thinks straight
'Bout the shape that he's in
But it ain't him to blame
He's only a pawn in their game.
.
From the poverty shacks, he looks from the cracks to the tracks,
And the hoof beats pound in his brain.
And he's taught how to walk in a pack
Shoot in the back
With his fist in a clinch
To hang and to lynch
To hide 'neath the hood
To kill with no pain
Like a dog on a chain
He ain't got no name
But it ain't him to blame
He's only a pawn in their game.
.
Today, Medgar Evers was buried from the bullet he caught.
They lowered him down as a king.
But when the shadowy sun sets on the one
That fired the gun
He'll see by his grave
On the stone that remains
Carved next to his name
His epitaph plain: Only a pawn in their game.


IT'S ALL OVER NOW, BABY BLUE
You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last.But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast.Yonder stands your orphan with his gun,Crying like a fire in the sun.Look out the saints are comin' throughAnd it's all over now, Baby Blue.The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.Take what you have gathered from coincidence.The empty-handed painter from your streetsIs drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.This sky, too, is folding under youAnd it's all over now, Baby Blue.All your seasick sailors, they are rowing home.All your reindeer armies, are all going home.The lover who just walked out your doorHas taken all his blankets from the floor.The carpet, too, is moving under youAnd it's all over now, Baby Blue.Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you.Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.The vagabond who's rapping at your doorIs standing in the clothes that you once wore.Strike another match, go start anewAnd it's all over now, Baby Blue.


MR. TAMBOURINE MAN

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand,
Vanished from my hand,
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet,
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship,
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip,
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin'.
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,
I promise to go under it.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun,
It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin'.
And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind,
I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're
Seein' that he's chasing.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.



MAGGIE'S FARM



ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
Well, I wake in the morning,
Fold my hands and pray for rain.
I got a head full of ideas
That are drivin' me insane.
It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor.
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more.
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more.
Well, he hands you a nickel,
He hands you a dime,
He asks you with a grin
If you're havin' a good time,
Then he fines you every time you slam the door.
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more.

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more.
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more.
Well, he puts his cigar
Out in your face just for kicks.
His bedroom window
It is made out of bricks.
The National Guard stands around his door.
Ah, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more.

I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more.
No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more.
Well, she talks to all the servants
About man and God and law.
Everybody says
She's the brains behind pa.
She's sixty-eight, but she says she's twenty-four.
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more.

I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.
Well, I try my best
To be just like I am,
But everybody wants you
To be just like them.
They sing while you slave and I just get bored.
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more.

 

[Achozen]

"Damn E, they tried to fade you on Dre Day, but Dre Day only made Easy's pay day."

:bravo:

 

[AbeBeta]

Totally agree with you. Dean martin could do that too.

Here's one by Johnny that you might like given your profession.

For clarification, I am a professional drunk.

 

[Hostile]

For clarification, I am a professional drunk.

Sorry, I thought everybody knew that already. I'd have been a lot more clear.

 

[AbeBeta]

Just watched PBS last night and they had a special on Dylan at Newport in 63-64 -65. What a change he went through in that time.

For those that are Dylan fans, I can't recommend enough the movie I'm Not There -- it presents a fascinating and weird way to fictionalization of the various aspects of Dylan's life. Soundtrack is amazing with many great current bands doing covers (Sonic Youth, Calexico, Cat Power, Sufjan Stevens, Iron & Wine) -- the covers are truly outstanding (for those who hate his voice, the covers are a nice entry point).

Funny that you mention PBS -- last night on PBS I saw The Clash: Revolution Rock. Back in 1980 the Clash rocked my world (and everyone else's) with London Calling -- at that point I NEVER would have expected to see them on PBS.

 

[needforspeed]

All these Cash songs except my favorite.

Cocaine Blues​

Early one morning, I was makin' my rounds
I took a hit of cocaine and I shot my woman down.
Went back home and I went to bed
I put that lovin' 44 beneath my head.

The next mornin' I grabbed that gun
took another hit of cocaine and away I run
I tried to run, but I run too slow
They overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico

Layin' in the hot joint, takin' some pills
In walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill
Willie Lee, your name is not Jack Brown
You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down

OK, oh yes, my name is Willie Lee
If you've got a warrant, then read it to me
I shot her down because she made me sore
I thought I was her daddy, but she had five more

When I was arrested, I was dressed in black
They put me on a freight train and they sent me back
I had no friends for to go my bail
They threw my dried-up carcass in the county jail

Early next mornin' 'bout half past nine
I saw the sheriff walkin' down the line
He hacked and coughed as he cleared his throat
Come on you dirty hack into that district court

Into the courtroom, my trial began
There I was paneled by twelve honest men
Just before the jury had started out
I saw that little judge commence to look about

In about five minutes, in walked a man
Holdin' the verdict in his right hand
The verdict read in the first degree
I hollered Lordy, Lordy have mercy on me

The judge he smiled as he picked up his pen
Ninety-nine years in the Folsom pen
Ninety-nine years underneath the ground
I can't forget the day I shot that bad girl down

Come all you cokeheads and listen to me
Put down that whiskey and let that cocaine be

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YHe_yU3Vni4

 

[DallasCowpoke]

Joni Mitchell - "The Circle Game"

Yesterday a child came out to wonder
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar
Fearful when the sky was full of thunder
And tearful at the falling of a star
Then the child moved ten times round the seasons
Skated over ten clear frozen streams
Words like, when youre older, must appease him
And promises of someday make his dreams
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
Were captive on the carousel of time
We cant return we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game

Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now
Cartwheels turn to car wheels thru the town
And they tell him,
Take your time, it wont be long now
Till you drag your feet to slow the circles down
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
Were captive on the carousel of time
We cant return we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game

So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty
Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true
Therell be new dreams, maybe better dreams and plenty
Before the last revolving year is through
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
Were captive on the carousel of time
We cant return, we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game

 

[jackrussell]

[FONT=helvetica, arial]With her killer graces and her secret places[/FONT]
[FONT=helvetica, arial]That no boy can fill [/FONT]
[FONT=helvetica, arial]With her hands on her hips[/FONT]
[FONT=helvetica, arial]Oh and that smile on her lips[/FONT]
[FONT=helvetica, arial]Because she knows that it kills me[/FONT]
[FONT=helvetica, arial]With her soft french cream[/FONT]
[FONT=helvetica, arial]Standing in that doorway like a dream[/FONT]
[FONT=helvetica, arial]I wish she'd just leave me alone[/FONT]
[FONT=helvetica, arial]Because french cream won't soften them boots[/FONT]
[FONT=helvetica, arial]And french kisses will not break that heart of stone[/FONT]
[FONT=helvetica, arial]With her long hair falling[/FONT]
[FONT=helvetica, arial]And her eyes that shine like a midnight sun[/FONT]
[FONT=helvetica, arial]Oh-o she's the one, she's the one[/FONT]

[FONT=helvetica, arial]That Thunder in your heart[/FONT]
[FONT=helvetica, arial]At night when you're kneeling in the dark[/FONT]
[FONT=helvetica, arial]It says you're never gonna leave her[/FONT]
[FONT=helvetica, arial]But there's this angel in her eyes[/FONT]
[FONT=helvetica, arial]That tells such desperate lies[/FONT]
[FONT=helvetica, arial]And all you want to do is believe her[/FONT]
[FONT=helvetica, arial]And tonight you'll try just one more time[/FONT]
[FONT=helvetica, arial]To leave it all behind and to break on through[/FONT]
[FONT=helvetica, arial]Oh she can take you, but if she wants to break you[/FONT]
[FONT=helvetica, arial]She's gonna find out that ain't so easy to do[/FONT]
[FONT=helvetica, arial]And no matter where you sleep tonight or how far you run[/FONT]
[FONT=helvetica, arial]Oh-o she's the one, she's the one[/FONT]

[FONT=helvetica, arial]Oh-o and just one kiss[/FONT]
[FONT=helvetica, arial]She'd fill them long summer nights w[/FONT][FONT=helvetica, arial]ith her tenderness [/FONT]
[FONT=helvetica, arial]That secret pact you made[/FONT]
[FONT=helvetica, arial]Back when her love could save you from the bitterness[/FONT]
[FONT=helvetica, arial]Oh she's the one, oh she's the one[/FONT]
[FONT=helvetica, arial]Oh she's the one, oh she's the one[/FONT]
[FONT=helvetica, arial]Oh she's the one, oh she's the one[/FONT]

 

[jackrussell]

2 verses from Promised Land:

[FONT=helvetica, arial]
I've done my best to live the right way
I get up every morning and go to work each day
But your eyes go blind and your blood runs cold
Sometimes I feel so weak I just want to explode
Explode and tear this whole town apart
Take a knife and cut this pain from my heart
Find somebody itching for something to start

CHORUS

There's a dark cloud rising from the desert floor
I packed my bags and I'm heading straight into the storm
Gonna be a twister to blow everything down
That ain't got the faith to stand its ground
Blow away the dreams that tear you apart
Blow away the dreams that break your heart
Blow away the lies that leave you nothing but lost and brokenhearted

[/FONT]

 

[Tusan_Homichi]

The Dreaming Tree
by Dave Matthews Band

Standing here
The old man said to me
Long before these crowded streets
Here stood my dreaming tree
Below it he would sit
For hours at a time
Now progress takes away
What forever took to find
And now he's falling hard
He feels the falling dark
How he longs to be
Beneath his dreaming tree
Conquered fear to climb
A moment froze in time
When the girl he first he kissed
Promised him she'd be his
Remembered mother's words
There beneath the tree
No matter what the world
You'll always be my baby
Mommy come quick
The dreaming tree has died
The air is growing thick
A fear he cannot hide
The dreaming tree has died

Oh, have you no pity
This thing I do
I do not deny it
Oh through the smile
As crooked as danger
I do not deny
I know in my mind
I would leave you now
If I had the strength to
I would leave you up
To your own devices
Will you not talk?
Can you take pity?
I don't ask much
Won't you speak, please?

From the start
She knew she had it made
Easy up till then
For sure she'd make the grade
Adorers came in hordes
To lay down in her wake
Gave it all she had
But treasures slowly faded
Now she's falling hard
Feels the fall of dark
How did this fall apart?
She drinks to fill it up
A smile of sweetest flowers
Wilted so and soured
Black tears stain the cheeks
That once were so admired
She thinks when she was small
There on her father's knees
How he had promised her
You'll always be my baby
Daddy come quick
The dreaming tree has died
I can't find my way home
There is no place to hide
The dreaming tree has died


Oh, if I had the strength to
I would leave you up
To your own devices
Will you not talk?
Can you take pity?
I don't ask much
But won't you speak, please?

Too much time
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me back
Take me back, take me please

Take me back