Walking by stranger
Stranger than me
We talk of the future
Between you
I took a ride in an automobile
Pushed my hands out
I'll never let you see
The way my broken heart is
Early morning
Eight o’clock precise
I see the lonely August sun arise
Say
Half of a letter
Tells half a story
The way I see
We got married on a cold mid-winter’s morning
We said our
It’s the weight below us...
And our fate before us
Like a
Your coat is hanging loosely
On your slender frame
There’s many roads
Can’t stop thinking ‘bout it
It fills me with unease
Out there
Sometimes the way we talk isn’t
all that good
We can’t change
Waiting for her
That’s all I ever do
Waiting for her
So why
Half of a letter
Tells half a story
The way I see