You've closed a door in front of me I wait patiently outside And as the minutes tick away I feel my anger rise And who's the object of my rage? And who
More wishes than a thousand hearts can count for you More smiles than a merry-go-round The sweetest ending to a bed-time story told My love follows you
I grew up in the scantling yards of Wheeling West Virginia A wheelhouse cub looking for an open door In the packet ways a Sweeney wed the keel of my Bonita
This old house is falling down around my ears I'm drowning in a river of my tears When all my will is gone you hold me sway I need you at the dimming
My father's name was Hannibal, Mama was Hanna-Mariah. Everything we owned got all burned up in the great depression fire Strip mines and one crop farming
I wanna run away, don't come out lookin' 'round, too busy dealin' with it on my own, he's right behind me please god I can't be found don't cast another
Gonna lay my burden down Gonna lay my body in the ground Cold clay against my skin But I don't care at all Can't seem to find my piece of mind So
My love stands before the open window Staring so far away He can almost feel the southern wind blow Almost touching my restless days He turns from
on your shoulders And how many nights must I wake up alone? And know in my soul that it's almost over now Our love is like a paper airplane flying
I called you today Wanting a change I never meant to hurt anyone Never meant for you to pull out your guns But feelings won't stay In this meager parade
It's feelin' longer now than it ever has before Another memory is another slammin' door It's gettin' too dark now to see Every photograph is another
My father?s name was Hannibal, Mama was Hanna-Mariah. Everything we owned got all burned up in the great depression fire Strip mines and one crop farming
Gonna lay my burden down Gonna lay my body in the ground Cold clay against my skin But I don't care at all Can't seem to find my piece of mind So with
More wishes than a thousand hearts can count for you More smiles than a merry-go-round The sweetest ending to a bed time story told My love follows you
You've closed a door in front of me I wait patiently outside And as the minutes tick away I feel my anger rise And who's the object of my rage? And
I grew up in the scantling yards of Wheeling West Virginia A wheelhouse cub looking for an open door In the packet ways a Sweeney wed the keel of my
