How many lives have you lived so far? Dreams in our sleeps under a twilight sky On a croweded square filled with relentless pride Significant words can tell significant lies
Walking the streets on an empty Sunday Crowding the bars on a Friday night The human kind can be so unkind But it is the best we know
Torn apart love and all those country doves They may pleasure you for a while But a broken heart is like that thing on the Bible When old Abraham had to take his son To the mountain of sorrow and ubiquitous fright
Walking the streets on an empty Sunday Crowding the bars on a Friday night The human kind can be so unkind But it is the best we know
But what could be And what could not Are so entwined Tied in a knot And I keep trying to forget All my undesirable regrets
