clay morrow
May 30th, 2012, 07:38 AM
well my friends are gone and my hair is grey i ache in the places that i used to play and i am crazy for love but i am not coming home im just paying my rent every day in the tower of song i had no choice i was born with a golden voice and twenty seven angels from the great beyond they tied me here on the stage in the tower of song now you can say i have grown bitter of that you can be sure ican see you standing on the other side i dont know how the river got so wide and loved you baby way back when and all the bridges are burning that we may have crossed but i feel so close to things we lost and we will never we will never lose them again now i bid you farewell i dont know when ill be back