I think I'm getting it right time I can tell by the way she She put the postcards up on the of our bed I can see
She says, "Don't the streets on Sunday great The way they open up their And offer you things you know never buy?" Lord, I'm tired, I'm so tired
Don't say you agree With the price you paid for your Sweet surrender and poison pen Are gonna take you and make you again
gonna be the one who said you were the one Who the lonesome life All the times you stayed and prayed and you Had it made, it was for hope strife
So I went and asked my friend, the "What is it got this time?" He said, "Apart that albatross around your neck The tests are negative, you are quite fine"
So I went out to the to play for my ticket And comes up to me and says "Hey man, they don't pay for any more" Lord, I'm tired, I'm just so
Don't say that you With the you paid for your honesty Sweet and your poison pen Are take you and make you whole again
Never be the one who said you were the one Who the lonesome life All the you stayed and prayed and thought you Had it made, it was for hope strife
Lord, I'm tired, just so Lord, I'm tired, I should
say that you agree With the at the end of hostility surrender and your poison pen Are take you and make you whole again
Never gonna be the one who you were the one Who liked the life All the times you stayed and and thought you Had it made, it was for hope strife
Never gonna be the one who you were the one Who liked the lonesome All the times you and prayed and thought you Had it made, it was for then strife
Never be the one who said you were the one Who liked the lonesome All the times you stayed and and thought you Had it made, it was for hope strife
Never be the one who said you were the one Who liked the lonesome All the times you stayed and and thought you Had it made, it was for then strife
gonna be the one who said you were the one Who the lonesome life All the times you and prayed and thought you Had it made, it was for