Met her a Thursday Broken is the will Golden is the word Taken by the thrill Shoulda known better Shoulda worn my overcoat Throw away the fur Sink until I float
Oh it still hurts Maybe you're the one Livin' on the earth
I need a little faith I'm livin' in a dream Carryin' a heavy load
'Cos I need someone who lives far away I'm going down south, down to New Orleans Try to find another road And still I live here with the curse
Don't know why, I wake before the fall Won't you lead the way I can hear the call Maybe one day, I hope you'll come around Voices in the wind, above the ground
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