Morning song
The carbonation in my drinkThe bubbles rise while my heart sinksAnd I'll I tend to do is think of you
Was it easier to pack your bagsAnd book that flight to Paris asThe plane began to move that afternoon
When all the trains have pulled awayFrom local stations in decayIt's I who waits, it's you who's late again
And did you think of me when you made loveTo him, was it the same as usOr was it different, it must have been
And all the pretty damesThey'll hug and kiss you all the sameAnd when they go, they're goneThey're not running lateOh all, all the pretty dames
And the kids you hold in your armsWith promises to protect them from harmBut they grow, and they goAnd you're all aloneAll the kids, all the kids that you hold
And it's a shame that it ends this wayWith nothing left to saySo just sit on your hands, while I walk awayIt's a shame, it's a shame, it's a shameWhen my hands begin to shakeWhen bitterness is all I tasteAnd my car won't stop'Cause I cut the brakesI hold on to a hope in my fate
Oh oh ah ah hey heyMay you return to love one dayWell I hope and I prayYou get what you gaveOh oh ah ah hey hey