Like dust in the wind you're
gone forever
You're wind-blown leaves you're
a change in the weather
Just a town like any other
a second brand new start
A third or fourth hand wife
or lover no, you won't break her heart
Take some bacon go on and
leave your watch chain
She won't count on nothing
more
Wrap your hands around that
small change
and tiptoe barefoot out the
door
Yes, something's wrong that
restless feeling's been preying on my mind
When things get bad I'm bound
to pack my bags and just
Leave them all behind
Marco Giunco |
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