I think I'm getting it this 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 open up their windows And offer you you know you'll never buy?" Lord, I'm tired, I'm so tired
Don't say you agree With the price you for your captivity Sweet and your poison pen Are gonna take you and you whole again
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
So I and asked my friend, the doctor "What is it got this time?" He said, "Apart from that albatross your neck The tests are negative, you are quite fine"
So I went out to the airport to play for my 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 you agree With the price you for your honesty Sweet and your poison pen Are gonna take you and make you whole
gonna be the one who said you were the one Who liked the life All the you stayed and prayed and thought you Had it made, it was for hope strife
Lord, I'm tired, so tired Lord, I'm tired, I retire
say that you agree With the at the end of hostility Sweet and your poison pen Are gonna take you and you whole again
Never gonna be the one who 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
Never gonna be the one who said you the one Who the lonesome life All the times you stayed and and thought you Had it made, it was for hope strife
Never gonna be the one who said you the one Who liked the life All the times you stayed and and thought you Had it made, it was for hope then
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 the lonesome life All the you stayed and prayed and thought you Had it made, it was for