I’m tired of runnin’ ’round lookin’ for
Answers to questions that I already know
I could build me a castle with memories
just to have somewhere to go
Count the days and the nights that it
Takes to get back in the saddle again
Feed the pigeons some clay
Turn the night into day
And start talkin’ again,
when I know what to say
Lyssna en gång till, antingen på John Prine, eller på Aoife O’Donovan…
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