The saddest smile in history How she looked at me The way our lives are passing us by Lie after lie Chorus: Tonight your luck ran out You may scream
Your clothes spread out on the floor just like it was before a homerun is a hit I'll never score the hours before the break of dawn are as fragile
Lover, there's something I should Confess, I've been misunderstood I really fucked up, it doesn't make sense I've got no choice but to accept the consequence
If I had a way to get out of this day If I had a way I'd get out today Man, I would run away, man, I would run 'Cause these walls block out the sun Yeah
couple of my old songs A couple of my old songs And I think : "Damn" "Neil Young would have loved these songs" "He would have loved these songs" Maybe next year Maybe next year
Sometimes everything seems awkward and large Imagine a Wednesday evening in march Future and past at the same time I make use of the night start drinking
You came over Like a midnight appetite Nobody believes me now I ran across and Saw thousand people on my way On my way on my way out One of it, two
the club jumpin' If you want a good time, she gonna give you what you want Baby it's a new age, You're like my new craze Let's get together Maybe
Life always dumps something in your lap You're constantly busy redrawing your map You leave behind a fading trail Of images and words that you hope will
I'm Peter Vanderhoelt, I'm 68 years old My doubts and questions have increased I, forty-two years of being a priest I'm at the end of my life I'm not
Walking on a dream How can I explain Talking to myself Will I see again We are always running for the thrill of it thrill of it Always pushing up the
I made the call just too late At the end of may I just thought i could wait For one more day In the time that passed You went down so fast You went down
: The saddest smile in history How she looked at me The way our lives are passing us by Lie after lie Chorus: Tonight your luck ran out You may scream
: Your clothes spread out on the floor just like it was before a homerun is a hit I'll never score the hours before the break of dawn are as fragile
of my old songs A couple of my old songs And I think : "Damn" "Neil Young would have loved these songs" "He would have loved these songs" Maybe next year Maybe next year
: You came over Like a midnight appetite Nobody believes me now I ran across and Saw thousand people on my way On my way on my way out One of it, two
: Life always dumps something in your lap You're constantly busy redrawing your map You leave behind a fading trail Of images and words that you hope
: I'm Peter Vanderhoelt, I'm 68 years old My doubts and questions have increased I, forty-two years of being a priest I'm at the end of my life I'm not
