Woorden:
Frank Black Frank Black The Catholics

One day, it's the morning, another day it's the afternoon light One day, baby, without warning Well, I tend to think We're going back to Rome, back to

I rode from TJ up to Berkeley And it started out so gray Till I lost that cool protection When the sun burned it all away While the winter's light shined

I used to have some fun Me and everyone Now I'm just employed I'm a chip away boy I'm a chip away boy I remember humid nights I remember how the full

There's a perfect explanation for the shit that I've been in As soon as I find out I'll let you know And if it's any consolation well, your horse is going

At the end of miles You stare out at the ocean Mountains at your back You think you've tamed At the end of miles you hope You?ll soon be back in motion

I could not pray, I felt so dog gone Couldn't get no witness but I did not know Then a voice in a whisper said, "You've got to carry it on" And the news

I'm going away I'm going far away I'm going further than the land That meets the sky And I won't rest Until I'm very far I'll walk for many days And

Don?t worry, hey, no need for you to hide among the trees Come into the light and you?ll be free Don?t scurry, it?s such a lonely life up in the hills

Not for sugar not spice, not for fool?s paradise Not for giving advice, not for saving a soul There?s no reason for some Now I?m getting numb, now that