Текст песни Jack Blanchard and Misty Morgan - There Must Be More To Life
Jack Blanchard and Misty Morgan - There Must Be More To Life слова песни
Sky full of factory smoke stacks hot cinders paint the snow blackTurn up my callar to the coldMy old boots`re wet and dirty missed my bus at 7:30Ah there must be more to life than growing oldEach day seems like the last one each year just like the past oneAs if they`re stamped on from the moldSomehow it seems to be the only change is you and meThere must be more to life than growing oldThere must be more to life than growing oldWhat happened to the dreams we used to holdWe never asked for cities paved with gold there must be more to life than growing oldWe never asked for cities paved with gold there must be more to life than growing oldThere must be more to life than growing old