Back on the corner I'm singing the blues I can see my reflection In the shine of your shoes Like Momma used to say No news is good news And I'm back
Well, he packed up his suitcase 'Cause the deal gone down She was slipping on her stockings Lord it made the sweetest sound There was a baby in the reeds
Come out of a fireball Notes burning and the letters scrawled I ain't ever goin' back no more Bare light, bulb and a hotplate Was there that I finally
Caught like a deer in my own headlights Frozen on this road tonight I had a fix on the brightest star Now I'm not sure, where you are North is south
We were coming down the old turnpike Horse hooves pounding, sledgehammer night You can tell 'em anything you like I was there with you baby Silver and
In the forest of no gravity Where birds mock reality We laid out some bread crumbs Yeah but somebody ate 'em Always thought we'd make it here But here
Old school He's the old school he don't say when he's hurtin' he'll just hide away 'till it 's over and tears are dry he's the old school and you can
We made a pact Lying there on our backs Swearing to every star That the sky did hold Promising our love was true And promising to see it through Then
I've been too long with my nose in a book I hope you sing just as good as you look Come on over baby, I got a song for you A little jump of something
lungs Ship to shore I can't see the coastline anymore I shouldn't be here I thought, I made that loud and clear But the master of disaster Gets tangled
My Thunderbird, my Thunderbird Put your head on my shoulder don't say a word We'll cut across town in my Thunderbird There's a burial ground Beneath
ship to shore I can't see the coastline anymore I shouldn't be here I thought I made that loud and clear But the master of disaster gets tangled in his
Tercüme: John Hiatt. Afet Master Of.
Come out of a fireball Notes burning and the letters scrawled I ain't ever goin' back no more Bare light blub and a hotplate Was there that I finally
Back on the corner I'm singing the blues I can see my reflection in the shine of your shoes Like Momma used to say No news is good news And I'm back
Well he packed up his suitcase 'Cause the deal gone down She was slipping on her stockings Lord it made the sweetest sound There was a baby in the reeds
Caught like a deer in my own headlights Frozen on this road tonight I had a fix on the brightest star Now I'm not sure where you are North is south
