Williamton Angel
he is reaching up for climbing
ropes hanging down below
I see the children smiling
no need to let it show
I know, I won’t be coming home
no more
the street in sidewalk borders
stretch out beyond the scenes
the sweet and dark emotions
every day hopes and dreams
my God, I know who’s waiting
beneath the bedroom floor
her eyes anticipating
I’m reaching every move
I know, I won’t be coming home
no more
all I ever wanted
was to turn from my side
all I ever wanted
was to turn from my side
the rake is scratching harder
the half drawn window shade
like any empty memory
the colors seem to fade
my God, I know who’s waiting
beneath the bedroom floor
remember summer showers
outside the cabin walls
I know, I won’t be coming home
no more
We recommend: * Hold My Hand
Bus Stop
wet day
she's there
I say:
Please share my umbrella.
Bus comes
bus goes
she stays
love grows
Under my umbrella.
AII that summer we enjoyed it
Wind and rain and shine.
That umbrella we employed it
By August she was mine.
E'very morning I would see her
Waiting at the stop.
Sometimes she'd shop
And she would show me what she'd bought.
Other people stared
As if we were both quite insane.
Some day my name
And hers are going to be the same.
That's the way the whole thing started.
Silly
but it's t
wet day
she's there
I say:
Please share my umbrella.
Bus comes
bus goes
she stays
love grows
Under my umbrella.
AII that summer we enjoyed it
Wind and rain and shine.
That umbrella we employed it
By August she was mine.
E'very morning I would see her
Waiting at the stop.
Sometimes she'd shop
And she would show me what she'd bought.
Other people stared
As if we were both quite insane.
Some day my name
And hers are going to be the same.
That's the way the whole thing started.
Silly
but it's t