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- Robert Delong Few Years Make 歌詞
- Robert Delong
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Few Years Make - Robert DeLong I started the car to make a trip But I held out for the afternoon I called you late but my head was out of the radio I went to Hawaii on a trip And didn't come down 'till I got home Graduated Saturday and left the real world I drove out east in my white car Played at a church with our band I got drunk and wandered off With my friend's latest girl A few years make a difference A few years make a difference A few years make a difference A few years make a difference You got in the car for waterfalls I fell asleep behind the wheel I never cry for my best friends save august 28th I missed your birthday on a 5th I held your hand it was for a joke I stood close for body warmth Against frozen Kimi's feet Moved in to a smaller room I settled in the Listerine I walked inside of second south and stayed in for a year I mention the future as if I knew I went out to school because I could I never wanted anyone Unless they were someone else Maggie and I blazed a trail Walked on rocks on the streams Started the summer on a dock The water was cold and green I called her now but we're no good The conversation is without gains And I am not her future lover I'd always known I was A few years make a difference A few years make a difference My sisters boyfriends old blue van Snowflakes on the clouded glass Christmas lights and Jesus Christ And visits from the dead Seeping in on Saturday This old computers constant ring Golf with Edward weekday nights She died when I was ten Flannel t-shirts house on stilts Spaceships on the brand new couch Mom and Dad I love you now more than I ever have before The house was made a living space But the sand was a battle ground I found toy cars buried in the dirt behind the porch A few years make a difference A few years make a difference A few years make a difference A few years make a difference Got a castle from Diane and Norm Paper airplane club at three Kissed a girl but didn't mean to kiss anyone else I hung my own neck on a swing When I was three I cried real hard A coffee can I might have died every day since then I gave god up to rationale I met him knocking on my door I'll die and tell him I don't know you You never called me back I closed my eyes and saw that I was never Old or young or smart I was everyone I'd ever met who I never loved enough
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